POEMS IN ENGLISH

    

                                               POEMS

       To a Child

by William Wordsworth

Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

      Kindness to Animals 

by Anonymous. This old poem teaches the virtue of showing kindness and regard for all living things. The principle is further illustrated in an old Abraham Lincoln anecdote his friends recorded about the time when he stopped to save a young robin.

Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He'll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if 'twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.

The Violet

Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
No colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

The Boy Who Never Told a Lie  

Once there was a little boy,                        
With curly hair and pleasant eye—
A boy who always told the truth,
And never, never told a lie.

And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry,
"There goes the curly-headed boy—
The boy that never tells a lie."

And everybody loved him so,
Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,
'Twas said, "There goes the honest youth."

And when the people that stood near
Would turn to ask the reason why,
The answer would be always this:
"Because he never tells a lie."

Little Things 

by Julia Fletcher Carney

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

So our little errors
Lead the soul away
From the path of virtue
Far in sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Help to make earth happy
Like the heaven above.

My Best Friend 

Although you live far away from me, 
I always feel like you are with me.

I love to share my happiness with you,
I love to share my sadness with you.

To me you are an idol of glee,
And our friendship means a lot to me,

You are an ocean of happiness; you are a pond of joy,
You are the rays of sunshine that brought amusement to my life.

I like sharing my thoughts with you,
Because you are such a wonderful person to be around.

My life would have been a tragedy without you,
I am lucky to have a friend like you.

By, Rashmi

I Believe

I believe that life is there to enjoy.

I believe crushes are there to crush hearts.

I believe true love is there from the start.

I believe you should give people chances.

I believe you should treat people the same because you never know what they will do for you in the future. 

I believe that good things will come to people who work hard.

I believe great things come to people who never give up.

I believe silence will teach you something if you listen hard.

I believe that the heart leads you in the right direction if you follow it.

I believe friends are needed no matter who you are. 

I believe family should stick by your side.

I believe God will help you if you believe in him and trust him.

I believe drugs destroy.

I believe sleep calms the soul.

I believe the heart and soul are more important than looks. 

I believe trust helps the world go round.

I believe love brings great things.

I believe kids could teach adults a lot if adults would just listen.

I believe pets are great because they listen and love you no matter what you look like.

I believe you should always chase your dreams.

I believe hope is something everyone needs.

I believe you need to make time for fun.

I believe music soothes the soul.

I believe that money cannot buy happiness.

I believe books can take you anywhere.

I believe jokes have to be there to keep people sane.

I believe people are special the way they are.

I believe that true friends will last a lifetime.

I believe that enjoying what you do will help you enjoy life more.

I believe parents are more important than you think.

I believe the sky is the limit.

I believe you should shoot for the stars.

I believe being loved and loving are two totally different things.

I believe that you have to love yourself before you can love others.

I believe records are made to be broken.

I believe promises should be kept.

I believe brothers and sisters are made to teach.

I believe a simple smile can make anybody's day better.

I believe that being popular is not the key to life.

I believe in being nice to nerds because you might grow up and have to work for one.

A Reason to Smile

There are very less, who gives a reason to smile, 
May be it is for long, or a little while. 
One have to give out a sweet and honest smile, 
Just even to make someone smile for a while. 

My eyes are in habit of tears, 
Still there are moments when it does hears, 
A pleasant smile from my heart with eyes full of tears. 
Tears are more but no one is there to care, 
Because a smile on the face makes it pretty, dear.
                                                  




                                                                IVAN FRANKO


This poem is clearly allied to the Pioneers in tone and spirit. It became the inspiration of the younger generation in working for the great change that came over Ukrainian society towards the end of the nineteenth century. In the first complete edition of his poems, Franko placed it at the beginning of the volume with the notation: "Instead of a Prologue." And we have followed bis example as a keynote to his work.

HYMN
The eternal spirit of revolt,
The spirit which moves men to fight
For progress, liberty and right,
Still lives, nor has it shot its bolt.
The Inquisition's rack and boot,
The mercenaries trained to shoot,
The tyrant's guns and cannon balls,
The tsarist bans and prison walls,
The traitor and the spy — all they
Have failed to take its life away.

It is not dead — this very hour
'Tis more alive. Though it saw light
A thousand years since, yet in might
It onward moves by its own power.
In growing strength, without delay
It hastens where it sees the day.
It sounds a trumpet to awake ,
Mankind to follow in its wake,
And millions gladly join its train
Whene'er they hear that thrilling strain.

That spirit's voice is heard today
In huts of those who till the soil,
In factories where workers toil,
Where tears and misery hold sway.
And everywhere that voice resounds,
Men's tears are dried, their heart rebounds,
Misfortunes fade, new strength is born
To fight again. No more they mourn,
But strive to win a better fate
For children's sake, ere 'tis too late.

This living spirit of revolt,
Of progress, liberty and right,
Shall not retreat before the night,
Shall nevermore be brought to halt.
In ruins evil round us lies,
The avalanche's rush now dies —
In all the world there is no force
That can avail to stay its course,
That can put out the vital spark
We now see glimmering in the dark.
1880. 



SPRING SCENE
The sun already shining strong
Is at its spring work on the soil,
And once again the rolling fields
Exact from men their sweat and toil.
Down in the clear and quiet stream
The silvery fishes sport and speed,
While over last year's stubble brown
The lean cows limp in search of feed.
The woods ring with the song of birds,
The cuckoo strikes his bell-like sound.
Along the road in his fine rig,
The tax-collector makes his round.
March 28, 1880


WHAT LIFE GAVE
I have not lived long in this world,
Yet I have learned to take account
Of what I got from life—not much,
But none the less, a fair amount.

It taught me to perceive the good,
Gave me a glimpse of learning's wealth,
Put love for justice in my soul,
Gave me two Eands to work and health.
It gave me friendship, mutual love,
Although not always strong and deep.
It said: "Go sow thy seed, although
Thy hand may not the harvest reap."
It also gave me enemies
Who cursed and persecuted me;
It gave me friends who yet were prone
First their own interests to see.
Yet over all I value most
The cup of unjust suffering
Life gave to me, that truth and light
I might perhaps to others bring.
April 1.1880

REMEMBRANCE
Into die sea of tears that violence
Hath long exacted, I have poured my own.
To rear the shrine built by man's sacrifice
For liberty, I too have brought a stone.
Then when, bought by the tears by millions shed,
There comes at length the day of liberty
And love and justice—in that shrine perhaps,
Some soul may graciously remember me.
April 2, 1880

THINE EYES

Thine eyes are like the deep, deep sea,

Calm and peaceful, shining bright;
In their depths my old-time sorrow,
Like a speck, sinks out of sight.

Thine eyes are like a deep, deep well,

To the bottom crystal clear;
And like a star in heaven's depths
Hope is shining there, my dear.


                                                                EMILY BRONTE

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.