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
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- Владимир Корнилов – Спасенье
- Thoughts On The Works Of Providence by Phillis Wheatley
- Golden Eyes
- Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank by Robert Burns
- Died of Wounds by Siegfried Sassoon
- A Letter From Italy poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XLV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems | Poetry Monster
- Ольга Берггольц – Анна Ахматова в 1941 году в Ленинграде
- Water Strider
- Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will by William Shakespeare
- Perseus by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ревность
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Обновление
- Степан Щипачев – Голос
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