شعر انگلیسی

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To a Cat by Jorge Luis Borges

To a Cat by Jorge Luis Borges

To a Cat

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

by Jorge Luis Borges
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Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth

Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth

Lines Written In Early Spring

I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:---
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

by William Wordsworth
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Bridal Song by William Shakespeare

Bridal Song by William Shakespeare

Bridal Song

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true;

Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;
Merry springtime's harbinger,
With her bells dim;
Oxlips in their cradles growing,
Marigolds on death-beds blowing,
Larks'-heels trim;

All dear Nature's children sweet
Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet,
Blessing their sense!
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!

The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor
The boding raven, nor chough hoar,
Nor chattering pye,
May on our bride-house perch or sing,
Or with them any discord bring,
But from it fly!

by William Shakespeare
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[s_t68_alone]

Sometimes it is hard
to put feelings into words
but I want you to know
how you affect me
When I wake up
and see you in the morning
I am so happy
that we are together
I respect you
I admire you
I love you deeply
When I wake up
each morning
and see you next to me
no matter what happens
I know that my day will
be all right​

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A Clock stopped by Emily Dickinson

A Clock stopped by Emily Dickinson

A Clock stopped

A Clock stopped—
Not the Mantel's—
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing—
That just now dangled still—

An awe came on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched, with pain—
Then quivered out of Decimals—
Into Degreeless Noon—

It will not stir for Doctors—
This Pendulum of snow—
This Shopman importunes it—
While cool—concernless No—

Nods from the Gilded pointers—
Nods from the Seconds slim—
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life—
And Him—

by Emily Dickinson
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Eulalie by Edgar Allan Poe

Eulalie by Edgar Allan Poe

Eulalie

I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.

Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

by Edgar Allan Poe
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A Little Boy's Dream by Katherine Mansfield

A Little Boy's Dream by Katherine Mansfield

A Little Boy's Dream

To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
Sailing far across the sea
All alone, just little me.
And the sea is big and strong
And the journey very long.
To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go.

Sea and sky, sea and sky,
Quietly on the deck I lie,
Having just a little rest.
I have really done my best
In an awful pirate fight,
But we cdaptured them all right.
Sea and sky, sea and sky,
Quietly on the deck I lie--

Far away, far away
From my home and from my play,
On a journey without end
Only with the sea for friend
And the fishes in the sea.
But they swim away from me
Far away, far away
From my home and from my play.

Then he cried "O Mother dear."
And he woke and sat upright,
They were in the rocking chair,
Mother's arms around him--tight.

by Katherine Mansfield
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Emmonsail's Heath in Winter by John Clare

Emmonsail's Heath in Winter by John Clare

Emmonsail's Heath in Winter

I love to see the old heath's withered brake
Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake
Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,
An oddling crow in idle motion swing
On the half-rotten ash-tree's topmost twig,
Beside whose trunk the gypsy makes his bed.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread;
The fieldfares chatter in the whistling thorn
And for the haw round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels, twenty in a drove,
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again.

by John Clare ​

 

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Love and Harmony by William Blake

Love and Harmony by William Blake

Love and Harmony

Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love, I hear his tongue.

There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.

by William Blake
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The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare

The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare

The other two, slight air and purging fire

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers returned from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me.
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.

by William Shakespeare
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Beauty by Khalil Gibran

Beauty by Khalil Gibran

Beauty

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

by Khalil Gibran
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The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Flower That Smiles Today


The flower that smiles today
Tomorrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies;
What is this world's delight?
Lightning, that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.--

Virtue, how frail it is!--
Friendship, how rare!--
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But these though they soon fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.--

Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;

Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou - and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare

Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare

Is it thy will thy image should keep open

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O, no, thy love, though much, is not so great;
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.

by William Shakespeare
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Tears, Idle Tears by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, Idle Tears by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Death leaves Us homesick, who behind by Emily Dickinson

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind by Emily Dickinson

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.

Through all their former Places, we
Like Individuals go
Who something lost, the seeking for
Is all that's left them, now—

by Emily Dickinson ​

 

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When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, . . .
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate
For the rain, . . .

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, . . .
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, . . .

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, . . .
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, . . .

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, . . .
But that's all one, our play is done.
And we'll strive to please you every day.

by William Shakespeare
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Three Things to Remember by William Blake

Three Things to Remember by William Blake

Three Things to Remember


A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage.

A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.


by William Blake
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River by Joanne Monte

River by Joanne Monte

River

The river below us:
nitrogen, phosphorous, petrochemicals,
dioxin from the paper mills,
a rich buffet of metals digested
from the mines, and still we remain
oblivious to its symptoms

until a skull-and-crossbones sign warns
of the poisons that run the course
of its slim body, writhing like a patient
on a gurney, admitted for treatment;

warns too, of its offspring
in the waiting room: soft-shell crabs, oysters,
the striped bass, the silk fillet,
and the trout we want to bring home
to the sizzle of butter and garlic
and the fresh herbs in the kitchen.

And suddenly we are left alone
to recover mere memory: the river
we had swung across on ropes

in the dungarees of childhood,
splashing in its shallow gut; the river
over which we fought and killed—
and for which we even died—
the river we damned.

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by Joanne Monte

 

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Amazing Grace by John Newton

Amazing Grace by John Newton

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!

Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

This earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.

by John Newton
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Flames by Billy Collins

Flames by Billy Collins

Flames

Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.

His ranger's hat is cocked
at a disturbing angle.

His brown fur gleams
under the high sun
as his paws, the size
of catcher's mitts,
crackle into the distance.

He is sick of dispensing
warnings to the careless,
the half-wit camper,
the dumbbell hiker.

He is going to show them
how a professional does it.

by Billy Collins
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[s_talone]

Sometimes it is hard
to put feelings into words
but I want you to know
how you affect me
When I wake up
and see you in the morning
I am so happy
that we are together
I respect you
I admire you
I love you deeply
When I wake up
each morning
and see you next to me
no matter what happens
I know that my day will
be all right​

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Delight is as the flight by Emily Dickinson

Delight is as the flight by Emily Dickinson

Delight is as the flight

Delight is as the flight—
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say—
The Rainbow's way—
A Skein
Flung colored, after Rain,
Would suit as bright,
Except that flight
Were Aliment—

"If it would last"
I asked the East,
When that Bent Stripe
Struck up my childish
Firmament—
And I, for glee,
Took Rainbows, as the common way,
And empty Skies
The Eccentricity—

And so with Lives—
And so with Butterflies—
Seen magic—through the fright
That they will cheat the sight—
And Dower latitudes far on—
Some sudden morn—
Our portion—in the fashion—
Done—

by Emily Dickinson
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From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare

From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare

From you have I been absent in the spring

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

by William Shakespeare
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[bmd]

memories​

خاطرات​

memories,​

خاطرات​

memories,​

خاطرات​

In this world you tried,
Not leaving me alone behind.​

در این دنیایی که سعی کرده ای مرا تنها نگذاری
There's no other way,​

راه دیگری وجود ندارد
I pray to the gods let him stay.​

خدا را دعا می کنم که اجازه ماندنش را دهد
The memories ease the pain inside,​

چون خاطراتش درد و رنج درونم را کاهش می دهد
And now I know why.​

و حال میدانم که چرا

All of my memories keep you near.​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم تورا در کنارم نگاه می دارد
In silent moments,​

در لحظه های سکوت و تنهایی
Imagine you being here.​

فقط تصورش را کن اگر اینجا باشی
All of my memories keep you near,​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم تورا در کنارم نگاه می دارد
In silent whispers, silent tears​

در نجواهای بی صدایم، اشک ریختنهای بی صدایم

Made me promise I'd try,
To find my way back in this life.​

پیدا کردن راه برگشتم در این زندگی​

مرا در سعی و تلاش در این راه مصمم می گرداند
Hope there is a way,​

آرزو می کنم راهی وجود داشته باشد
To give me a sign you're okay.​

تا علامتی از خود به من نشان دهی که سالمی
Reminds me again it's worth it all,​

و به من یادآوری کند که انجام این کارها ارزشش را دارد
So I can go home.​

تا بتوانم به خانه برگردم

All of my memories keep you near.​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم تورا در کنارم نگاه می دارد
In silent moments,​

در لحظه های سکوت و تنهایی
Imagine you being here.​

فقط تصورش را کن اگر اینجا باشی
All of my memories keep you near,​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم تورا در کنارم نگاه می دارد
In silent whispers, silent tears​

در نجواهای بی صدایم، اشک ریختنهای بی صدایم

Together in all these memories,​

در تمام این خاطراتم با هم هستیم
I see your smile.​

لبخندت را می بینم
All of the memories I hold dear.​

تمام این خاطرات را با خود نگاه داشته ام عزیزم
Darling you know I'll love you,​

Til the end of time.​

محبوب من میدانی که تا زمان مرگم عاشقت خواهم ماندم​

All of my memories keep you near.​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم تورا در کنارم نگاه می دارد
In silent moments,​

در لحظه های سکوت و تنهایی
Imagine you being here.​

فقط تصورش را کن اگر اینجا باشی
All of my memories keep you near,​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم تورا در کنارم نگاه می دارد
In silent whispers, silent tears​

در نجواهای بی صدایم، اشک ریختنهای بی صدایم

All of my memories...​

تمام خاطراتی که دارم​

 

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My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth

My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth

My Heart Leaps Up


My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety


by William Wordsworth
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[m0nire]

Welcome to my world

won't you come on in?

Miracles I guess

still happen now and then

Step into my heart

leave your cares behind

Welcome to my world

built with you in mind

Knock and the door shall be opened

Seek and you will find

Ask and you'll be given

The key to this heart of mine

I'll be waiting there with my arms unfurled

Waiting just for you

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my world

 

[m0nire]

Smile Is A Sign Of......

A smile is a sign of love
A smile is a sign of care
A smile tells how much to others
You are important and also dear

A smile is a sign of cheer
A smile is a sign of trust
A smile shows how you can
Be happy even in hard crust

A smile is a sign of joy
A smile is a sign of hope
A smile teaches you how you can
Remove the clouds of mope

For nothing but only a smile
Takes away your pain and trial
And pick your trouble's pile
And let you smile, smile and smile.​

 

[m0nire]

Tell me,is the rose *****
or its her only dress?!
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile
Is there anything in worrld sadder
than a train standing in the rain?!
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Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Despair's advantage is achieved by Emily Dickinson

Despair's advantage is achieved by Emily Dickinson

Despair's advantage is achieved

Despair's advantage is achieved
By suffering—Despair—
To be assisted of Reverse
One must Reverse have bore—

The Worthiness of Suffering like
The Worthiness of Death
Is ascertained by tasting—

As can no other Mouth

Of Savors—make us conscious—
As did ourselves partake—
Affliction feels impalpable
Until Ourselves are struck—

by Emily Dickinson
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