………
This only grant me : that my means may lie
Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
Some honour I would have,
Not from great deeds, but good alone ;
Th’ ignote are better than ill-known,
Rumor can ope the grave.
Acquaintance I would hug, but when ‘t depends
Not from the number, but the choice of friends.
Books should, not business, entertain the light,
And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night.
My house a cottage more
Than palace, and should fitting be
For all my use, no luxury.
My garden painted o’er
With nature’s hand, not art’s, and pleasures yield
Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Thus would I double my life’s fading space,
For he that runs it well twice runs his race.
And in this true delight,
These unbought sports and happy state
I would not fear, nor wish my fate,
But boldly say each night,
To-morrow let my sun his beams display,
Or in clouds hide them ; I have lived to-day.
A few random poems:
- The Lost Friend poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Snake Pit by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment by William Strode
- Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare
- Cinema Therapy and The MovieMaking Process
- Power
- Over The Roofs by Sara Teasdale
- Dead Orchard by Nijole Miliauskaite
- On Returning To England poem – Alfred Austin
- Self-Portrait poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- An Appointment by William Butler Yeats
- Compensation by Rabindranath Tagore
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 42. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Song. Murdering Beauty by Thomas Carew
- The Bells Ov Alderburnham by William Barnes
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
- In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley poem – Alfred Austin
- If I To You But Sorry Bring poem – Alfred Austin
- I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin
- Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
- Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Farewell To Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
- “The flower, full blown, now bends the stalk, now breaks” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Fallen Elm poem – Alfred Austin
- The Evening Light poem – Alfred Austin
- The Dregs Of Love poem – Alfred Austin
- The Door Of Humility poem – Alfred Austin
- The Death Of Huss poem – Alfred Austin
- The Dance At Darmstadt poem – Alfred Austin
- The Challenge Answered poem – Alfred Austin
- The Aquittal Of Phryne poem – Alfred Austin
- “Take not the Gods to task, for they are wise” poem – Alfred Austin
- Sweet Love Is Dead poem – Alfred Austin
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.