A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping
A silken mantle o’er its jagged sides;
And silvery, seething waters softly lapping
Through gulfs and channels hollow’d by the tides:
A lime-cliff overhead, o’erhanging grimly,
A dash of sunlight on its breast of snow;
The white line of the breakers, stretching dimly
Along the narrow sea-beach down below:
The grey waste of the waters, with one slender,
Glimmering, golden ripple far away;
The haze of summer twilight, sweet and tender,
Veiling the fair face of the dying day:
The measured plash of surf upon the shingle,
The ceaseless gurgle through the rocks and stones;
No sound of struggling human life, to mingle
With those mysterious and eternal tones!
No sound-no sound,-a hungry sea-mew only
Breaking the stillness with her little cry;
And the low whisper, when ’tis all so lonely,
Of soft south breezes as they wander by:-
I see it all; sweet dreams of it are thronging
In full floods back upon my weary brain;
To-night, in my dark chamber, the old longing
Almost fulfils its very self again.
The dying sunbeams, on the far waves glinting,
Come like warm kisses to my lips and brow,
Soothing my spirit-all its grey thoughts tinting
With tender shades of golden colour now.
Alone and still, I sit, and think, and listen,
Looking out westward o’er the darkening sea;
My seat the boulder, where the spray-drops glisten;
The tall, white cliffs my regal canopy.
And, as I sit, the fretting cares and sorrows,
Weighing so heavy when the work is done,
The gloomy yesterdays and dim to-morrows,
They slip away and vanish one by one,-
Slip backward to the world that lies behind me,
Every by sinful footsteps overtrod;
And in this unstain’d world leave nought to bind me,
This sweet world, fillèd with the peace of God!

A few random poems:
- The Shrine by Sara Teasdale
- Олег Бундур – Разногласия
- Doomes-Day: The Sixth Houre by William Alexander
- Morning by Mark R Slaughter
- All That’s Past by Walter de la Mare
- Как не бывает утро без рассвета
- Илья Эренбург – Жилье в горах, как всякое жилье
- Robert Burns: Written By Somebody On The Window Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.: Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.
- Валерий Брюсов – Испанская песенка
- Study in Hands by Théophile Gautier
- The Stones by Sylvia Plath
- Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair:
- America by Walter William Safar
- On The Queen’s Visit To London, The Night Of The 17th March 1789 by William Cowper
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
- Sonet 42 by William Alexander
- Sonet 41 by William Alexander
- Sonet 4 by William Alexander
- Sonet 39 by William Alexander
- Sonet 38 by William Alexander
- Sonet 36 by William Alexander
- Sonet 35 by William Alexander
- Sonet 34 by William Alexander
- Sonet 33 by William Alexander
- Sonet 32 by William Alexander
- Jonathan: The First Booke by William Alexander
- IX: Some Verses: This Day Design’d To Spoil The World of Peace by William Alexander
- IV: Some Verses: To The Author by William Alexander
- III: Some Verses: To M. Michaell Drayton by William Alexander
- Elegie IV: On The Death of Prince Henrie by William Alexander
- Doomes-Day: The Twelfth Houre by William Alexander
- Doomes-Day: The Third Houre by William Alexander
- Doomes-Day: The Tenth Houre by William Alexander
- Doomes-Day: The Sixth Houre by William Alexander
- Doomes-Day: The Ninth Houre by William Alexander
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.