The Poet’s Dead (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -He fell, by rumor slandered,Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,Hanging ...
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -He fell, by rumor slandered,Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,Hanging ...
AUTOCRAT-PROFESSOR-POETAT A BOOKSTOREAnno Domini 1972A CRAZY bookcase, placed beforeA low-price dealer's open door;Therein arrayed in broken rowsA ragged crew of ...
Say prickly pears had roots which found out water,had branches bursting out in sulphur flame.Wanderers traipsing from a cracked sierramunched ...
STRAY birds of summer come to my windowto sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and ...
SUMMER fervors slacken;Sumac torches dim;There's bronze upon the bracken;September has a whimFor carmine, pearl and amberTouches on her green;Busy squirrels ...
WHEN the gulls come in, and the shallow singsFresh to the wind, and the bell-buoy rings,And a spirit calls the ...
IF 'twere fair to supposeThat your heart were not taken,That the dew from the rosePetals still were not shaken,I should ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
A Threnody for Robert Louis StevensonCOLD, the dull cold! What ails the sun,And takes the heart out of the day?What ...
"SOME space beyond the garden close I sauntered down the shadowed lawn; It was the hour when sluggards doze, ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glow, Like lords and ladies gay. A ...
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
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