Though all thy gestures and discourses be
Coin’d and stamp’d by modesty;
Though from thy tongue ne’er slipp’d away
One word which nuns at th’ altar might not say;
Yet such a sweetness, such a grace,
In all thy speech appear,
That what to th’ eye a beauteous face,
That thy tongue is to th’ ear:
So cunningly it wounds the heart,
It strikes such heat through every part,
That thou a tempter worse than Satan art.
Though in thy thoughts scarce any tracks have been
So much as of original sin,
Such charms thy beauty wears as might
Desires in dying confess’d saints excite:
Thou, with strange adultery,
Dost in each breast a brothel keep;
Awake all men do lust for thee,
And some enjoy thee when they sleep.
Ne’er before did woman live,
Who to such multitudes did give
The root and cause of sin, but only Eve.
Though in thy breast so quick a pity be,
That a fly’s death ‘s a wound to thee;
Though savage and rock-hearted those
Appear, that weep not ev’n Romance’s woes;
Yet ne’er before was tyrant known,
Whose rage was of so large extent;
The ills thou dost are whole thine own;
Thou ‘rt principal and instrument:
In all the deaths that come from you,
You do the treble office do
Of judge, of torturer, and of weapon too.
Thou lovely instrument of angry Fate,
Which God did for our faults create!
Thou pleasant, universal ill,
Which, sweet as health, yet like a plague dost kill!
Thou kind, well-natur’d tyranny!
Thou chaste committer of a rape!
Thou voluntary destiny,
Which no man can, or would, escape!
So gentle, and so glad to spare,
So wondrous good, and wondrous fair,
(We know) ev’n the destroying-angels are.

A few random poems:
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем жемчуг-роса в траве
- Владимир Маяковский – Сказка про купцову нацию, мужика и кооперацию
- Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney
- Ольга Берггольц – К сердцу Родины руку тянет
- On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860 64
- I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair by Thomas Carew
- C’est la nuit aveugle by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- a_single_man.html
- Омар Хайям – Мы пешки, небо же игрок
- Aesop poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Я все оставляю тебе при уходе
- Conscience by Walter William Safar
- Владимир Высоцкий – Запись в книге почётных гостей ВНИИФТРИ
- On The Cliffs Newport
- Владимир Корнилов – Беатриче
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
- Hope by Swaraj Prasad
- Ematiated Souls by Suuk Simon Subinimah
- Curtis by Susan King Saunders
- Caught by Susan Adams
- A soldier’s Pledge by Sylvan Lightbourne
- A character of it’s own by Sylvan Lightbourne
- Zoo-Keeper’s Wife by Sylvia Plath
- You’re by Sylvia Plath
- Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies by Sylvia Plath
- Yaddo : The Grand Manor by Sylvia Plath
- Wreath For A Bridal by Sylvia Plath
- Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone by Sylvia Plath
- A Winter’s Tale by Sylvia Plath
- Winter Landscape, With Rooks by Sylvia Plath
- Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows by Sylvia Plath
- Waking In Winter by Sylvia Plath
- Virgin In A Tree by Sylvia Plath
- Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath
- Two Views Of A Cadaver Room by Sylvia Plath
- Two Sisters Of Persephone by Sylvia Plath
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
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.