Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov Heart Poems

  • 1.
    Oft through my native land I roved before,
    But never such a cheerful spirit bore.

    When on its mother's breast a child I spy--
    ...
  • 2.
    All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy
    Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--
    Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary,
    Findeth her slumber no more.
    ...
  • 3.
    Letter of love so strangely thrilling
    With all your countless wonder yet,
    Though Time our heart's hot fires have mastered,
    Bringing a pang of pained regret!
    ...
  • 4.
    Farewell! Forget the days of trial,
    Of grudge, ill humor, misery--
    Tempests of heart and floods of weeping,
    And the revengeful jealousy.
    ...
  • 5.
    You're unhappy, sick at heart:
    Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.
    Nature can but mirror
    The surrounding poverty.
    ...
  • 6.
    I shall soon fall prey to rot.
    Though it's hard to die, it's good to die;
    I shall ask for no one's pity,
    And there's no one who would pity me.
    ...
  • 7.
    Hearing the terrors of the war, sore troubled,
    By each new victim of the combat torn--
    Nor friend, nor wife I give my utmost pity,
    Nor do I for the fallen hero mourn.
    ...
  • 8.
    Ye songs of mine! Of universal sorrows
    A living witness ye;
    Born of the passion of the soul, bewailing
    Tempestuous and free,
    ...
  • 9.
    How blessed's the good-natured poet,
    With little bile and much emotion:
    All lovers of the gentle arts
    Send him sincerest greetings;
    ...
Total 9 Heart Poems by Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov

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