Percy Shelley ?An Exhortation?Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world of care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they, Would they ever change their hue As the...

George Herbert ?Prayer?Prayer, the Churche's banquet, Angel's age,God's breath in man returning to his birth,The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;Engine against th' Almightie,...

Percey Shelley ?Love’s Philosophy?The Fountains mingle with the RriverAnd the Rivers with the Ocean,The winds of Heaven mix for everWith a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single;All things by a law divineIn one spirit...

Percy Shelley***When the lamp is shattered,The light in the dust lies dead;When the cloud is scattered,The rainbow's glory is shed;When the lute is broken,Sweet tones are remembered not;When the lips have spoken,Lov...

George Herbert ?Heaven?O who will show me those delights on high?Echo. I.Thou, Echo, thou art mortal, all men know.Echo. No.Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?Echo. Leaves.And are there any leaves, that still abi...

George Herbert ?Judgement?Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brookThy dreadfull look,Able a heart of iron to appall,When thou shalt callFor ev'ry man's peculiar book?What others mean to do, I know not well;Yet I...

George Byron ?All is Vanity, Saith the Preacher?Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,And health and youth possess’d me;My goblets blush’d from every vine,And lovely forms carress’d me;I sunn’d my heart in beauty’s eyes,And f...

John Keats ?Bright Star?Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art –Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlik...

Сергей Есенин***Не напрасно дули ветры,Не напрасно шла гроза.Кто-то тайный тихим светомНапоил мои глаза.С чьей-то ласковости вешнейОтгрустил я в синей мглеО прекрасной, но нездешней,Неразгаданной земле....

Джон Толкин ?Загадка шагающего?[Перевод]Не все, что золото, сверкает;Не всякий страждущий пропал;Старик-силач не увядает;Мороз до корня не достал.Из пепла пламя разгорится;Из тени свет начнет сиять;Клинок разбитый о...