In sadness deep I at the rose do look
And see it human with tears down her face
And think how badly my heart you so took
And how much your lines quite the rose debase,
For you have a beauty that came from above.
You`re mortal only for one day you`ll die.
At times you look so peaceful, poor the dove!
I felt for you, and now I want to cry.
Oh, you are female, prettiness so high!
You`re water fresh when drunk a different taste.
It`s hard to see how much you eyes do lie.
I can`t believe you skin that looks so chaste.
I lived for beauty; made it my high pride
And cried my heart and mind; oh, cruel ouside!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive:
- Sea God and the wind rose by Vinko Kalinić
- Indian Weavers by Sarojini Naidu
- Paradox by Willa Cather
- What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman
- Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney
- The Wind by Sara Teasdale
- Lines to John Syme, Esq., with a dozen of Porter by Robert Burns
- Brothers poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Nutting by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Слушай, наводчик
- A Gravestone by William Allingham
- A Forest Hymn by William Cullen Bryant
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Борьба
- Written for a Musician by Vachel Lindsay
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).
