To a Beloved Child
by Patrick Pearse
Laughing mouth, what tortures me is
That thou shalt be weeping;
Lovely face, it is my pity
That thy brightness shall grow grey.
Noble head, thou art proud,
But thou shalt bow with sorrow;
And it is a pitiful thing I forbode for thee
Whenever I kiss thee.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Evolution by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
- Владимир Маяковский – Потрясающие факты
- To A Child Dancing In The Wind by William Butler Yeats
- Наум Коржавин – Неужели птицы пели
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ночная песня
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мне скулы от досады сводит
- The Methodist by Thomas Chatterton
- Ярослав Смеляков – Я отюдова уйду
- music.html
- Quietness, Something to Consider… Or Not (2 Poems)
- Robert Burns: Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay:
- The Toucan by Shel Silverstein
- Address to Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Free the Holy Land — a poem about Palestine
- A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention by Yehuda Amichai
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).
