O Lord, I am so tired!
My heart is sick and sore.
I work, and work, and do no good-
And I can try no more!
I lay my treasures up,
And think they’re worth such care;
And the next time I go to look,
There’s only rubbish there!
I tug hard at the door
Of knowledge-strain and pant;
But, Lord, the more I seem to learn,
The more I’m ignorant!
Sometimes I am so vain
I set myself to teach;
But e’en the first beginnings lie
Utterly out of reach!
I am no use-no use!
I thought I might have been;
But now I know how small I am,
How poor, how false, how mean!
Sunk in the dust and mire
While aiming at the skies,
Only a thing to laugh at, Lord,
To pity and despise!
A few random poems:
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare
- The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Paradox by Willa Cather
- My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Surrounded
- From The North by Sara Teasdale
- Валерий Брюсов – Из ада изведенные (Астарта! Астарта! И ты посмеялась)
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Indifference. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Jewels Should Sparkle Daily by Ronald G. Auguste
- Fairy Land v by William Shakespeare
- Piera Chen – Piera Chen
- Валерий Брюсов – Это матовым вечером мая
- Thou and You poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Вера Павлова – Всходить на костёр Жанною
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: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
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.