I know I love my race, and why no so?
But for outside beauty I wish the rose.
If people vex me, ” Your heart needs to grow!”
I say, “God gave the rose secure-fixed pose.”
But of my race, there`s something I`d ne`er change
For flowers fair, or pearls, or pure gold:
Of his surviving nature his huge range;
How much his blood keeps us we all in hold.
So here I am deep in my human mirth,
And though I`ve eyes and taste for pretty things,
My heart and mind revere and praise my birth,
And then my soul does look divine and sings.
Yes, beauty, we love thee; fault of the eye.
I`m proud I am the night; my chin`up high.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Alone by Siegfried Sassoon
- Humayun To Zobeida (From the Urdu) by Sarojini Naidu
- Lines Written in Windsor Forest poem – Alexander Pope
- Robert Burns: Scots’ Prologue For Mr. Sutherland: On his Benefit-Night, at the Theatre, Dumfries.
- Scots, Wha Hae Wi’ Wallace Bled by Robert Burns
- Алексей Толстой – Пусть тот, чья честь не без укора
- Dedication To The Edition Of 1876 To H.J.A. poem – Alfred Austin
- Pharaohs, Protests and Public by Sunil Sharma
- Wet City Night
- Федор Сологуб – Либава, Либава, товарная душа
- Felo de Se poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Языков – Ау
- “Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con” by William Wordsworth
- The Floods by Rudyard Kipling
- From The North by Sara Teasdale
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).
