………
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:
- Toward Salvation
- София Парнок – Он ходит с женщиной в светлом
- Don’t Give A Dose To The One You Love Most by Shel Silverstein
- Stand-To: Good Friday Morning by Siegfried Sassoon
- Spring poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Waiting by Rabindranath Tagore
- Humayun To Zobeida (From the Urdu) by Sarojini Naidu
- eclipse_of_love.html
- The Death of Cromwell poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Morning Walk
- Владимир Британишский – 1848 год в Зимнем дворце
- Robert Burns: Address To The Shade Of Thomson: On Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays.
- Dialogue Between a Sovereign and a One-Pound Note by Thomas Moore
- Ode to Superstition
- Lamp Of Love by Rabindranath Tagore
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
- Sunt Leones by Stevie Smith
- Pad, Pad by Stevie Smith
- Our Bog Is Dood by Stevie Smith
- Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith
- Nor We Of Her To Him by Stevie Smith
- Never Again by Stevie Smith
- My Heart Was Full by Stevie Smith
- My Heart Goes Out by Stevie Smith
- Mother, Among The Dustbins by Stevie Smith
- Infelice by Stevie Smith
- In The Night by Stevie Smith
- I Remember by Stevie Smith
- I Do Not Speak by Stevie Smith
- Happiness by Stevie Smith
- Freddy by Stevie Smith
- Exeat by Stevie Smith
- Edmonton, thy cemetery by Stevie Smith
- Drugs Made Pauline Vague by Stevie Smith
- Deeply Morbid by Stevie Smith
- Conviction (iv) by Stevie Smith
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.