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
- Ольга Берггольц – Церковь “Дивная” в Угличе
- Вероника Тушнова – В чем отказала я тебе
- Геннадий Айги – Два эпилога
- Patterns poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Гиляровский – Владимирка – большая дорога
- Potions poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- To a Common Prostitute. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Бюрократиада
- Hand Dark
- Николай Глазков – Что ни год, идёт вперёд
- Николай Языков – Переезд через приморские Альпы
- To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Let Him In by Vishnu J Mohan
- Into The Twilight by William Butler Yeats
- Gift Of The Great – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
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).
