And must I wear a silken life,
Hemmed in by city walls?
And must I give my garden up
For theatres and balls?
Nay, though the cage be made of gold,
‘Tis better to be free;
The green of the green meadows, love,
Is quite enough for me.
I’d rather ramble through the lanes
Than drive about in town;
I’d rather muse or dream than dance,
When the stars are shining down.
I do not care for diamonds, dear,
But I care a deal for flowers;
And thousands are just creeping out
For the sunshine and the showers.
I like to hear the Household band,
But I love the bird-songs best;
And hark! how they are twittering now
Round each half-hidden nest!
The wind is whispering in the leaves,
And the downy bees begin
To hum in the blossoming sycamores,
And the brook is chiming in.
There is such melody in the woods,
Such music in the air!
The streets are full of life and sound,
And yet ’tis silent there.
I like to see the pictures-ay,
But I am hard to please!
I never saw a picture yet
As great and grand as these;
Such tones of colour as transform
The tender green and brown,
When the pink dawn is flushing up,
Or the red sun sinking down;
Such painting as the chestnut bud
Shows in its opening heart;
Such lights as shine ‘twixt earth and sky
When rain-clouds break apart;
Such soft, warm, subtle tints, as lie
In every mossy patch-
On the blue-brown trunks, now filled with life,
And the humble roof of thatch,-
In the purple hollows of the hills,
In the lichen on the wall,
In the orchard and the feathery woods,
And the sun-lit waterfall.
I like my humble country ways,
My simple, early meals;
I like to potter about the yard,
With my chickens at my heels.
I’d rather climb this brambly steep,
Where freshest sea-winds blow,
With my old straw hat hanging down my back.
Than canter along the Row.
To me (it’s vulgar, dear, I know)
No fête is half so gay
As a cricket-match on the village green,
Or a picnic in the hay.
Ah, yes! I’m happier as I am,-
I’m ignorant, you see;
And the life of fashion that you love
Would never do for me.

A few random poems:
- He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace by William Butler Yeats
- My Dead Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Владимир Корнилов – Небо
- La Regina Avrillouse poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Sonnet: Before He Went poem – John Keats poems
- Rosalie’s Good Eats Cafe by Shel Silverstein
- Epithalamion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- With A Copy Of Shakespeares Sonnets On Leaving College
- Couplet 4 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Heart Of The Woman by William Butler Yeats
- Let A Florid Music Praise by W H Auden
- Robert Burns: Logan Braes:
- Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
- English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Midwinter. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
- To My Lord Fairfax poem – John Milton 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
- ASHA APARTMENTS, 416, S.V. ROAD by Santosh Kumar Panda
- As if by Sara Herlihy
- Amity’s Death by SAAJIDA GORA
- America, America by Saadi Youssef
- A Writer’s Pen by Sahiti Siddharth
- A Traveller’s Guide to the East Indies by S. K. Kelen
- A sense’s addiction to chocolate by SAAJIDA GORA
- A Father’s Hands by Scott Ransopher
- The Unborn by Sharon Olds
- The Space Heater by Sharon Olds
- The Sash by Sharon Olds
- The Pact by Sharon Olds
- The Mortal One by Sharon Olds
- The End by Sharon Olds
- The Daughter Goes To Camp by Sharon Olds
- The Clasp by Sharon Olds
- The Borders by Sharon Olds
- The Arrivals by Sharon Olds
- Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
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.