Muse poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation In my youth’s years, she loved me, I am sure. The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure And harked to me with smile — without speed, Along the ringing holes of the reed, I got to play with my non-artful […]
Morpheus poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning For my forever painful love: Just blow out candles’ burning And let my dreams in blessing move. Let from my soul disappear The separation’s sharp rebuke! And let me see that dear look, And let me […]
Lyric written in 1830 poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation What means my name to you?…T’will die As does the melancholy murmur Of distant waves or, of a summer, The forest’s hushed nocturnal sigh. Found on a fading album page, Dim will it seem and enigmatic, Like words traced on a tomb, […]
I’ve Lived To See Desire Vanish poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation I’ve lived to see desire vanish, With hope I’ve slowly come to part, And I am left with only anguish, The fruit of emptiness at heart. Under the storms of merciless fate, My worn and withered garland lies– In sadness, lonesome, I […]
Impromtu On Ogareva poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Before you, silently I sway. I feel so anxious when you’re near me, In vain, I cast a glance your way: I’m sure that I will never say, What I’m imagining so freely. Poetry Monster – Home A […]
Imitation poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation I saw the Death, and she was seating By quiet entrance at my own home, I saw the doors were opened in my tomb, And there, and there my hope was a-flitting I’ll die, and traces of my past In days of future […]
Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Stormy clouds delirious straying, Showers of whirling snowflakes white, And the pallid moonbeams waning– Sad the heavens, sad the night! Further speeds the sledge, and further, Loud the sleighbell’s melody, Grewsome, frightful ’tis becoming, ‘Mid these snow fields now to be! Hasten! […]
Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Stormy clouds delirious straying, Showers of whirling snowflakes white, And the pallid moonbeams waning– Sad the heavens, sad the night! Further speeds the sledge, and further, Loud the sleighbell’s melody, Grewsome, frightful ’tis becoming, ‘Mid these snow fields now to be! Hasten! […]
Friendship poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation What’s friendship? The hangover’s faction, The gratis talk of outrage, Exchange by vanity, inaction, Or bitter shame of patronage. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry […]
Don’t Ask Me Why poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought, In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife, And why my weary stare is so distraught, And why I don’t enjoy the dream of life; Don’t ask me why my happiness has perished, […]
Devils poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred the night. On and on our coach advances, Little bell goes din-din-din… Round are vast, unknown expanses; Terror, terror is within. — […]
Day’s Rain Is Done poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Day’s rain is done. The rainy mist of night Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing, And through the pine-trees, like a ghost appearing, The moon comes up with hidden light. All in my soul drags me to dark surrender. There, far […]
Confession (to Alina Osipova, 1826) poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation I love you; though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy – Yet to this shameless, hapless folly I’ll be confessing at your feet. It ill becomes me: that I’m older, Time I should be more sensible… And yet the […]
Bound for your distant home poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Bound for your distant home you were leaving alien lands. In an hour as sad as I’ve known I wept over your hands. My hands were numb and cold, still trying to restrain you, whom my hurt told never to end this pain. […]
Boris Godunov poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation A Drama in Verse DRAMATIS PERSONAE BORIS GODUNOV, afterwards Tsar. PRINCE SHUISKY, Russian noble. PRINCE VOROTINSKY, Russian noble. SHCHELKALOV, Russian Minister of State. FATHER PIMEN, an old monk and chronicler. GREGORY OTREPIEV, a young monk, afterwards the Pretender to the throne of […]
Arion poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation A lot of us were on the bark: Some framed a sail for windy weather, The others strongly and together Moved oars. In silence sunk, Keeping a rudder, strong and clever, The skipper drove the heavy skiff; And I — with careless belief […]
An Invocation poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation O if it’s true that in the night, When rest the living in their havens And liquid rays of lunar light Glide down on tombstones from the heavens, O if it’s true that still and bare Are then the graves until aurora — […]
An Elegy poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation The senseless years’ extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol – The more it age, the stronger grip the soul. My course is dull. The future’s troubled ocean Forebodes me toil, misfortune and […]
A Little Bird poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring. I’m now free for consolation, And thankful to almighty Lord: At least, to one of his creations I’ve […]
A Winter Evening poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales, Hark–it sounds like grim wolves howling, Hark–now like a child it wails! Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking– On the lowly pane […]
A Serenade poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation I watch Inesilla Thy window beneath, Deep slumbers the villa In night’s dusky sheath. Enamoured I linger, Close mantled, for thee– With sword and with guitar, O look once on me! Art sleeping? Wilt wake thee Guitar tones so light? The argus-eyed […]
A Magic Moment I Remember poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that’s beautiful and rare I pray to mute despair and anguish, To vain the pursuits world esteems, Long did I hear your […]
Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, or Daphne poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm’ring spring, Is not so mournful as the strains you sing. Nor rivers winding thro’ the vales below, So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow. Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces […]
Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid’s Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771] poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period The fair Pomona flourish’d in his reign; Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv’d the vegetable care. To her the shady grove, the flow’ry field, […]
Verses Left by Mr. Pope poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period With no poetic ardour fir’d I press the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov’d, or here expir’d, Begets no numbers grave or gay. Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred Such thoughts as prompt the brave to […]
Translation of a Prayer of Brutus poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Goddess of woods, tremendous in the chase, To mountain wolves and all the savage race, Wide o’er the aerial vault extend thy sway, And o’er the infernal regions void of day. On thy third reign look down; disclose […]
To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Begone, ye Critics, and restrain your spite, Codrus writes on, and will for ever write, The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone, As clocks run fastest when most lead is on; What tho’ no bees around your […]
To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Oh be thou blest with all that Heav’n can send, Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend: Not with those Toys the female world admire, Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire. With added years if […]
To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Resign’d to live, prepar’d to die, With not one sin, but poetry, This day Tom’s fair account has run (Without a blot) to eighty-one. Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays A table, with a cloth of bays; And […]
To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period I. In beauty, or wit, No mortal as yet To question your empire has dared: But men of discerning Have thought that in learning To yield to a lady was hard. II. Impertinent schools, With musty dull rules, […]
The Three Gentle Shepherds poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Of gentle Philips will I ever sing, With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring. My numbers too for ever will I vary, With gentle Budgell and with gentle Carey. Or if in ranging of the names I judge […]
The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period In that soft season, when descending show’rs Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow’rs; When op’ning buds salute the welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial day, As balmy sleep had charm’d my cares to […]
The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song, To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids, Delight no more – O thou, my voice inspire, Who […]
The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period With scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic vain, and insolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks ambition, and she moves disdain. Far other carriage grac’d her virgin life, But charming G–y’s lost in P–y’s […]
The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period He said, and pass’d with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul’s far dearer part; At home he sought her, but he sought in vain: She, with one maid of all her menial train, Had thence […]
The Fable of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs, When the fair Consort of her son replies. “Since you a servant’s ravish’d form bemoan, And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own; Let me (if tears and grief permit) […]
The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels […]
The Dunciad: Book IV poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night! Of darkness visible so much be lent, As half to show, half veil, the deep intent. Ye pow’rs! whose mysteries restor’d I sing, […]
The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period But in her Temple’s last recess inclos’d, On Dulness’ lap th’ Anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Cimmerian dew. Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only […]
The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shone Henley’s gilt tub, or Flecknoe’s Irish throne, Or that where on her Curlls the public pours, All-bounteous, fragrant grains and golden showers, Great Cibber sate: the proud Parnassian sneer, The […]