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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Лодейников
- Robert Burns: Young Jockie Was The Blythest Lad:
- To Mr. H. Lawes on His Airs poem – John Milton poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Не знаю, не знаю, живу
- София Парнок – Ты помнишь коридорчик узенький
- Михаил Кузмин – Заключение (Водительница Одигитрия)
- Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare
- Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
- O You Who’ve gone on Pilgrimage by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling. by Walt Whitman
- Михаил Кузмин – Утраченного чародейства
- Ольга Высотская – Первые заморозки
- Epistle to the Rev. John M’Math by Robert Burns
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Winners by Rudyard Kipling
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).
