Since my psyche has languished and unwilling rhythm; The cryptic confession that my brain do bear.you gaze in your suborn power, by your mate-less vision.To me your alarm is higher; your doubtless mild mission! When you lead my soul in higher and do i fade through those tress, With the murmuring leaves of guest less pleasure, deep dwelt of dreary birds, And above, above i will fly, to seek the immortal gate of perceptional pleasure! .with a golden sum of sun ray, i will convey my lord my will of treasure!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Ранним утром
- Adoration
- English Poetry. Mark Akenside. The Pleasures of Imagination. Марк Эйкенсайд.
- Burnt in contemplation by Nishant Deherkar
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- The British
- Николай Заболоцкий – Небесная Севилья
- Аля Кудряшева – Если ты, к примеру, кролик с шелковистыми ушами
- Sonnet: On seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams weep at a tale of distress by William Wordsworth
- A Celebration by William Carlos Williams
- Владимир Набоков – Кубы
- Writing Strategy: On Getting Inspired Everyday
- Алексей Хомяков – Раскаявшейся России
- Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats’s poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- In the New Garden in all the Parts. by Walt Whitman
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
