Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

(1814 - 1841 / Russia)

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems

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

The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -
He fell, by rumor slandered,
Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,
Hanging his proud head!...
The Poet's soul could not endure
Petty insult's disgrace.
Against society he rose,
Alone, as always...and was slain!
Slain!...What use is weeping now,

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