Category Archives: Classic Poems

On Recollection – Phillis Wheatley

MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent’rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow’r, I trace thy spring: Assist my strains, while I thy glories sing: The acts of long departed years, by thee Recover’d, in due order … Continue reading

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On Virtue – Phillis Wheatley

O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach. I cease to wonder, and no more attempt Thine height t’ explore, or fathom thy profound. … Continue reading

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On Imagination – Phillis Wheatley

The  various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee! Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand, And all attest how potent is thine hand. From Helicon’s refulgent heights attend, Ye sacred choir, … Continue reading

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Chill Penury And Winter’s Power – Walther von der Vogelweide

Chill penury and winter’s power Upon my soul so hard have prest, That I would fain have seen no more The red flow’rs that the meadows drest: Yet, truth! ’twere hard, if I were gone, Upon the merry-making throng, That … Continue reading

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Under The Lime Tree – Walther von der Vogelweide

Under the lime tree On the heather, Where we had shared a place of rest, Still you may find there, Lovely together, Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed. Beside the forest in the vale, Tándaradéi, Sweetly sang the nightingale. I came … Continue reading

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The Bard – Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

My friends, can you descry that mound of earth Above clear waters in the shade of trees? You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank; You can just feel a breeze that’s wafting in the leaves; A wreath … Continue reading

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The Boatman – Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

Driven by misfortune’s whirlwind, Having neither oar nor rudder, By a storm my bark was driven Out upon the boundless sea. ‘midst black clouds a small star sparkled; ‘Don’t conceal yourself!’ I cried; But it disappeared, unheeding; And my anchor … Continue reading

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