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 Gift Of The Terek 4/7/2010
9. The Dream 4/7/2010
10. To My Country 4/7/2010
11. The Prayer 4/7/2010
12. The Leaf 1/1/2004
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. No, I'M Not Byron; I Am, Yet 4/7/2010
22. Prayer 4/7/2010
23. Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother 4/7/2010
24. The Beggar 4/7/2010
25. Meditation 4/7/2010
26. From Demon 4/7/2010
27. Clouds 4/7/2010
28. Heaven And The Stars 4/7/2010
29. On Departure For The Caucas 4/7/2010
30. A Prayer 4/7/2010
31. Native Land 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. The Angel 1/1/2004
36. Bored And Sad 1/1/2004
37. Sail 1/1/2004
38. I Go Out On The Road Alone 1/1/2004

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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 Leaf

A little oak leaf tore off from its branch
Was driven o'er the steppe by a cruel gale;
Dried up and withered from the cold, the heat and sorrow
It finally alit by the Black Sea shore.

A young plane tree stands by the Black Sea shore;
A whispering wind strokes her green boughs;
On her green boughs sway heavenly birds
Singing the praises and fame of the queen of the sea.

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