Poems by Mikhail Lermontov
A Song
... Would for this the twig or branches ...
To My Country
... Piled high The wagons silent standing take their nightly rest, ...
On Departure For The Caucas
... By eyes and ears of paid, false sergeants-- ...
The Gift Of The Terek
... Pearled with foam its tearful flood ...
I Go Out On The Road Alone
... By night and day, my hearing would be soothed ...
The Demon
... ...Cold and regretless shalt thou view this sphere, ...
A Prayer
... Then, when strikes the hour her way from earth for wending, ...
Prayer
... Like dead-weight slipping from the brain ...
The Beggar
... Into his stretched arm, thin and languished ...
To The Clouds
... High o'er the verdant Steppes, wide through the blue of heaven-- ...
Heaven And The Stars
... The heavens and the stars are--heaven and stars ever, ...
On Napoleon's Death
... Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity ...
"No, I'm not Byron: I am, yet,"
... Another translation by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi: ...
To A.C.S.
... Yet passioned glances thou dost silence-- ...
The Leaf
... "You are dusty and yellow - ill-suited to my wholesome young sons ...
