Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems

1. To A.C.S. 4/7/2010
2. To Kasbek 4/7/2010
3. To The Clouds 4/7/2010
4. The Palm Branch Of Palestine 4/7/2010
5. The Dispute 4/7/2010
6. The Demon 4/7/2010
7. The Sail 4/7/2010
8. The Dream 4/7/2010
9. The Gift Of The Terek 4/7/2010
10. The Leaf 1/1/2004
11. To My Country 4/7/2010
12. The Prayer 4/7/2010
13. The Cliff 4/7/2010
14. Testament 4/7/2010
15. The Poet's Dead 1/1/2004
16. A Song 4/7/2010
17. The Dagger 4/7/2010
18. Like An Evil Spirit 4/7/2010
19. In High Noon's Heat 1/1/2004
20. Forever You, The Unwashed Russia! 4/7/2010
21. Meditation 4/7/2010
22. No, I'M Not Byron; I Am, Yet 4/7/2010
23. Prayer 4/7/2010
24. Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother 4/7/2010
25. The Beggar 4/7/2010
26. Clouds 4/7/2010
27. From Demon 4/7/2010
28. Native Land 4/7/2010
29. Heaven And The Stars 4/7/2010
30. On Departure For The Caucas 4/7/2010
31. A Prayer 4/7/2010
32. On Napoleon's Death 4/7/2010
33. On The Death Of Pushkin 4/7/2010
34. Tamara 4/7/2010
35. Bored And Sad 1/1/2004
36. The Angel 1/1/2004
37. Sail 1/1/2004
38. I Go Out On The Road Alone 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

I Go Out On The Road Alone

Alone I set out on the road;
The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;
The night is still. The desert harks to God,
And star with star converses.

The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder
The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . .
Why do I feel so pained and troubled?
What do I harbor: hope, regrets?

I see no hope in years to come,
Have no regrets for things gone by.
All that I seek is peace and freedom!
To lose myself and sleep!

But not the frozen slumber of the grave...
I'd like eternal sleep to leave
My life force dozing in my ...

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The Angel

At midnight an angel was crossing the sky,
And quietly he sang;
The moon and the stars and the concourse of clouds
Paid heed to his heavenly song.

He sang of the bliss of the innocent souls
In heavenly gardens above;
Of almighty God he sang out, and his praise
Was pure and sincere.

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