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. The Palm Branch Of Palestine 4/7/2010
4. To The Clouds 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. Clouds 4/7/2010
26. From Demon 4/7/2010
27. Native Land 4/7/2010
28. Meditation 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. 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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Bored And Sad

It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...
Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!

To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing,
And permanent love's just a myth.
Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace:
All trivial, joys and distress...

What good are the passions? For sooner or later
Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up;
And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,-
Is stupid and empty - a joke...

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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.