English poems
In this category there are many popular English poems.
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Poem From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage” by G. G. Byron
Стихотворение From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage” by G. G. Byron“Adieu! Adieu! My native shoreFades o’er the waters blue;The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,And shrieks the wild sea-mew.Yon son that sets upon the seaWe follow in it’s flight;Farewell awhile to him and thee,My Native Land- Good night!A few short hours, and he…
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Poem“Sonnet” by J. Keat
“Sonnet” by J. KeatsWhen I have fears that I may cease to beBefore my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,Before high-piled books» in charact’ry,Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;When I behold, upon the night’s startM face,Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,And feel that I may never live to…
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“If” by R. Kypling
“If” by R. KyplingIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in…
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“Shadow, Silence And The Sea” by G. C. Swinburne
“Shadow, Silence And The Sea” by G. C. SwinburneAil night long, in the world of sleep,Skies and waters were soft and deep;Shadow closed them, and silence madeSoundless music of dream and shade:All above us, the livelong night,Shadow, kindled with sense of light,All around us, the brief night long,Silence, laden with…
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“The Daffodils” by W. Wordsworth
“The Daffodils” by W. WordsworthI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When at once I saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodils,Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky WayThey stretched in never-ending…
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My Soul is Dark…” by G.G. Byron
My Soul is Dark…” by G.G. ByronMy soul is dark – Oh! Quickly stringThe harp I yet can brook to hear;And let thy gentle fingers flingIts melting murmurs o’er mine ear.If in this heart a hope be dear,That sound shall charm it forth again:If in this eyes there lurk a…
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The Lamb” by W. Blake
The Lamb” by W. BlakeLittle Lamb who made theeDost thou know who made theeGave thee life & bid thee feed,By the stream & o’er the mead;Softest clothing woory bright;Gave thee such a tender voice.Making all the vales rejoice:Little Lamb I’ll tell thee,Little Lamb I’ll tell thee;He is called by thy…
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