And so your lips provoking me to sweat.
Your eyes that make the ones of others dirt.
And when you wet, it`s nothing I have met.
You make the rose with human feelings hurt.
But this`s not all; I have to tell your chest
That is, my dear, worth of an angel`s face.
What crazy man on it not wanting rest
Your rear be touched with more than earthly grace.
I`m sorry, bird, her voice makes yours too small.
The painter cries; her lines he cannot paint.
Who made you, woman, so entirely tall?
Oh, God! Who else can really this attain?
Who`s there to say you`re not divine? Tell me!
Your much amaze my human eyes, Lady!
End of the poem
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- In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale
- Вера Павлова – Попытка не пытка
- The Piano-Organ poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть в Мессине
- Limericks by Robby Charters
- Expectations by Pamela Griffiths
- Belle Isle, 1949 by Philip Levine
- The Inn Of Earth by Sara Teasdale
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Lo by William Wordsworth
- The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden
- Ode of Welcome by Oliver St. John Gogarty
- In the Matter of One Compass by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: My Spouse Nancy:
- Isaiah LXIII by Phillis Wheatley
- Morning Coffee
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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