A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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 say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav’n opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб голод нас не передушил к лету… (Главполитпросвет №160)
- My Invisible Valentine by Nin Andrews
- Кондратий Рылеев – Любовь к отчизне
- An Epitaph by Walter de la Mare
- THE DANGERS OF AN HONEST MAN IN MUCH COMPANY by Abraham Cowley
- A Subaltern’s Love Song poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Contraptions by Satish Verma
- The River Has Its Memories by Mary Etta Metcalf
- For Roman Polanski by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Карина, моей души ты яркий свет
- Concrete Backyard by Ryssel Guzman
- Edmonton, thy cemetery by Stevie Smith
- Николай Гумилев – Канцона (Лучшая музыка в мире)
- Robert Burns: Why, Why Tell The Lover: Fragment,
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
- Robert Burns: Anna, Thy Charms:
- Robert Burns: To Alex. Cunningham, ESQ., Writer: Ellisland, Nithsdale, July 27th, 1788.
- Robert Burns: Lines Written In Friars’-Carse Hermitage:
- Robert Burns: I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain:
- Robert Burns: Of A’ The Airts The Wind Can Blaw:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Hugh Parker:
- Robert Burns: The Chevalier’s Lament:
- Robert Burns: Verses To Clarinda: Sent with a Pair of Wine-Glasses.
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Lad That’s Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: The Winter It Is Past:
- Robert Burns: To Daunton Me:
- Robert Burns: Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: The Lad They Ca’Jumpin John:
- Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- Robert Burns: How Long And Dreary Is The Night :
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Robert Burns: Verses To Clarinda: Sent with a Pair of Wine-Glasses.
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Lad That’s Far Awa:
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