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 ...
Once 'mid group of native mountains Hot dispute arose,Elbrus, angry, did with Kasbek Argument propose."Now beware!" the hoary Elbrus, Warning did exclaim--"To enslave ...
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
With sadness I survey our present generation!Their future seems so empty, dark, and cold,Weighed down beneath a load of knowing ...
Where waves of the Terek are waltzing In Dariel's wickedest pass,There rises from bleakest of storm crags An ancient grey towering mass.In ...
Slumber sweet, my fairest baby, Slumber calmly, sleep-(Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov)
Alone I set out on the road;The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;The night is still. The desert harks ...
Palm branch of Palestine, oh tell me, In that far distant home-land fair,Wast rooted in the mountain gravel Or sprung from some ...
With winged footsteps now I hastenUnto the far cold North away,Kasbek,--thou watchman of the East,To thee, my farewell greetings say!Since ...
With love of my own race I cling unto my country,Whatever dubious reason may protesting cry;The shame alone of all ...
A little oak leaf tore off from its branchWas driven o'er the steppe by a cruel gale;Dried up and withered ...
I love my native land with such perverse affection!My better judgement has no standing here.Not glory, won in bloody action,nor ...
I feel I'd like to be alonewith you, friend, if you'll stay:my time on earth is nearly gone;at least that's ...
No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet,Another choice for the sacred dole,Like him - a persecuted soul,But only of the ...
A lonely sail is flashing whiteAmdist the blue mist of the sea!…What does it seek in foreign lands?What did it ...
No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet,Another choice for the sacred dole,Like him - a persecuted soul,But only of the ...
Faithful before thee, Mother of God, now kneeling,Image miraculous and merciful--of theeNot for my soul's health nor battles waged, beseeching,Nor ...
In high noon's heat in a Caucasian valleyI lay quite still, a bullet in my breast;The smoke still rose from ...
In noon's heat, in a dale of DagestanWith lead inside my breast, stirless I lay;The deep wound still smoked on; ...
I like you well, O trusty dagger mine,My comrade wrought of cool Damascus steel!Forged were you by the Georgian with ...
"...Cold and regretless shalt thou view this sphere,Where crime's inseparable from fate,Where beauty only blossoms to grow sear,Where all is ...
Clouds--ye eternal wanderers in hunting grounds of air,High o'er the verdant Steppes, wide through the blue of heaven--Coursing fraternal,--say, must ...
At midnight an angel was crossing the sky,And quietly he sang;The moon and the stars and the concourse of cloudsPaid ...
Clouds in the skies above, heavenly wanderers,Long strings of snowy pearls stretched over azure plains!Exiles like I, you rush farther ...
It's boring and sad, and there's no one aroundIn times of my spirit's travail…Desires!…What use is our vain and eternal ...
Sailless and without a rudder, On the ocean of the air--Float the choirs of stars harmonious, 'Mid the mists eternal there;Fleecy flocks ...
Brilliant heavens of evening, Distant stars clearly shining, Bright as the rapture of childhood,O why dare I send you nevermore greeting--Stars, who ...
Sailless and without a rudder,On the ocean of the air--Float the choirs of stars harmonious,'Mid the mists eternal there;Fleecy flocks ...
A single sail is bleaching brightly Upon the waves caressing bland,What seeks it in a stranger country? Why did it leave its ...
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