Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given
The two most sacred names of earth and heaven,
The hard and rarest union which can be
Next that of godhead with humanity.
Long did the Muses banish’d slaves abide,
And built vain pyramids to mortal pride;
Like Moses thou (though spells and charms withstand)
Hast brought them nobly home back to their Holy Land.
Ah wretched we, poets of earth! but thou
Wert living the same poet which thou’rt now.
Whilst angels sing to thee their airs divine,
And joy in an applause so great as thine,
Equal society with them to hold,
Thou need’st not make new songs, but say the old.
And they (kind spirits!) shall all rejoice to see
How little less than they exalted man may be.
Still the old heathen gods in numbers dwell,
The heavenliest thing on earth still keeps up Hell.
Nor have we yet quite purg’d the Christian land;
Still idols here like calves at Bethel stand.
And though Pan’s death long since all oracles broke,
Yet still in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke:
Nay with the worst of heathen dotage we
(Vain men!) the monster Woman deify;
Find stars, and tie our fates there in a face,
And Paradise in them by whom we lost it, place.
What different faults corrupt our Muses thus
Wanton as girls, as old wives fabulous!
Thy spotless Muse, like Mary, did contain
The boundless Godhead; she did well disdain
That her eternal verse employ’d should be
On a less subject than eternity;
And for a sacred mistress scorn’d to take
But her whom God himself scorn’d not his spouse to make.
It (in a kind) her miracle did do;
A fruitful mother was, and virgin too.
How well, blest swan, did fate contrive thy death;
And make thee render up thy tuneful breath
In thy great mistress’ arms! thou most divine
And richest offering of Loretto’s shrine!
Where like some holy sacrifice t’ expire
A fever burns thee, and Love lights the fire.
Angels (they say) brought the fam’d chapel there,
And bore the sacred load in triumph through the air.
‘Tis surer much they brought thee there, and they,
And thou, their charge, went singing all the way.
Pardon, my Mother Church, if I consent
That angels led him when from thee he went,
For even in error sure no danger is
When join’d with so much piety as his.
Ah, mighty God, with shame I speak’t, and grief,
Ah that our greatest faults were in belief!
And our weak reason were even weaker yet,
Rather than thus our wills too strong for it.
His faith perhaps in some nice tenents might
Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
And I myself a Catholic will be,
So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee.
Hail, bard triumphant! and some care bestow
On us, the poets militant below!
Oppos’d by our old enemy, adverse chance,
Attack’d by envy, and by ignorance,
Enchain’d by beauty, tortured by desires,
Expos’d by tyrant Love to savage beasts and fires.
Thou from low earth in nobler flames didst rise,
And like Elijah, mount alive the skies.
Elisha-like (but with a wish much less,
More fit thy greatness, and my littleness)
Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove
So humble to esteem, so good to love)
Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be,
I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me;
And when my Muse soars with so strong a wing,
‘Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.

A few random poems:
- On; On; Poet poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Twelve Months After by Siegfried Sassoon
- Forgotten by Priya Prithviraj
- Upon Her Eyes by Robert Herrick
- Philosophy poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Parliament Hill Fields by Sylvia Plath
- A man toiled on a burning road by Stephen Crane
- Михаил Кузмин – Заключение (Водительница Одигитрия)
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Сослуживцу
- Man’s Knowledge – Ingorance in the Mysteries of God by William Drummond
- Immigrants by Robert Frost
- Somebody Has To by Shel Silverstein
- Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer by William Cowper
- Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale
- Whisper of the Star
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- A New Year’s Resolution to Leave Dundee by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Humble Heroine by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Christmas Carol by William Topaz McGonagall
- On The Porch At The Frost Place, Franconia, N. H. by William Matthews
- On the Nativity of Christ by William Dunbar
- On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines by William Vaughn Moody
- Ode to My Guitar by William Wright Harris
- No Return by William Matthews
- Mingus At The Showplace by William Matthews
- Memory by William Browne
- Lament for the Makers by William Dunbar
- Job Interview by William Matthews
- In Honour of the City of London by William Dunbar
- Homer’s Seeing-Eye Dog by William Matthews
- Gloucester Moods by William Vaughn Moody
- Earliest Spring by William Dean Howells
- Composed Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth
- Britannia’s Pastorals by William Browne
- Between the Dusk of a Summer Night by William Ernest Henley
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Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.