“The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.”
“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.”
Our spirit-ay, our own!-the tree whose fruits
Have never fail’d-the sign upon the door
‘Twixt us and God’s intelligent dumb brutes,
That parts us evermore!
Our spirit-last, best gift-still unbereft
Of treasures stored in Eden’s happy land;
One fragment of the human, as it left
The Divine Maker’s hand.
That seal of our high birth He did allow
Toea unharm’d the sin and woe and strife;
That remnant of our godhead-wanting now
Only the “breath of life.”
Only the breath of life, whereby the Lord
Made use to be His equals, fit to fill
His throne-our free wills brought into accord
With His own sovereign will.
Our spirit-not the feeble soul which came
With our dishonour’d state and its new needs;
And not the feebler heart of sin and shame,
That daily breaks and bleeds.
Our spirit-our unshatter’d lamp-still ours-
Fill’d with the heavenly essence, as of yore,-
To bear a light, to light the midnight hours,
And light the wreck to shore.
Ay, ’tis the same-the same! It hath not shared
The mutilation and the curse and blight;
When the destruction fell, the lamp was spared-
Only deprived of Light.
O God! and hath it ever ceased to grope
For light, and yearn and cry for light to come?
In blackest gloom, ere revelation spoke,
While yet the Christ was dumb,
Thou knowest it search’d for every wandering ray,
And never wearied of the weary quest;
And fed and fenced and treasured, day by day,
A glimmer in its breast.
O holy Dove! O Grace! O Love! come down-
Our spirit with Thy perfect light inspire!
Circle each candle with its flaming crown,
Its cloven tongue of fire!
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis:
- Mingus At The Showplace by William Matthews
- In The Seven Woods by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet CVII by William Shakespeare
- A Girl’s Garden by Robert Frost
- The Stranger poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Степан Щипачев – Любовью дорожить умейте
- Владимир Степанов – Праздник сентября
- Wherever You Go, There You Are by Ryssel Guzman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- One Great Christmas Verse, Three Incomparable Gifts
- Where’s the Poet? poem – John Keats poems
- Messalina poem – Alfred Austin
- Paris In Spring by Sara Teasdale
- The New World by Philip Levine
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
- Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare
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.