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:
- A November Night by Sara Teasdale
- The Burial Of Moliere poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Гавриил Державин – Поминки
- Вера Павлова – Вот и пришли времена
- Brookland Road by Rudyard Kipling
- Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath
- No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest by Mary Gilmore
- By the Dusk – Ao Entardecer by Soaroir de Campos
- Ode to Beer, an Irish Song
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate all this work of Tim poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet Xiv
- The Destroyers by Rudyard Kipling
- Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein
- The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile by Rabindranath Tagore
- In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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
- Шекспир – Уж если ты разлюбишь – Сонет 90
- Шекспир – У сердца с глазом тайный договор – Сонет 47
- Шекспир – У бедной музы красок больше нет – Сонет 103
- Шекспир – Ты положи с моей любовью рядом – Сонет 117
- Шекспир – Считать часы и спрашивать – Сонет 58
- Шекспир – С любовью связан жизненный мой путь – Сонет 92
- Шекспир – Разлука сердце делит пополам – Сонет 39
- Шекспир – Проснись, любовь – Сонет 56
- Шекспир – Про черный день – Сонет 63
- Шекспир – Пример тебе подобной красоты – Сонет 84
- Шекспир – Прекрасный облик в зеркале ты видишь – Сонет 3
- Шекспир – По совести скажи – Сонет 10
- Шекспир – Но не боюсь и смерть – Сонет 80
- Шекспир – Неужто я, приняв любви венец – Сонет 114
- Шекспир – Не позволяю помыслам ревнивым – Сонет 57
- Шекспир – Мой глаз гравером стал – Сонет 24
- Шекспир – Мои глаза в тебя не влюблены – Сонет 141
- Шекспир – Мне показалось, что была зима – Сонет 97
- Шекспир – Меня не радует твоя печаль – Сонет 34
- Шекспир – Любовь – не кукла жалкая в руках – Сонет 116
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.