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
- Rita And The Rifle by Mahmoud Darwish
- Владимир Гиляровский – Нива
- Анатолий Жигулин – Эпоха
- Home Burial by Robert Frost
- The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje
- Владимир Корнилов – Учитель
- Гавриил Державин – Философы, пьяный и трезвый
- not_love_perhaps.html
- On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Him Sold At The Author’s Instance by William Cowper
- To Aphrodite by Sappho
- Илья Эренбург – Я знаю, будет золотой и долгий
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- The Pangolin by Marianne Moore
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- Far In a Western Brookland poem – Alfred Edward Housman
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).
