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
- Наум Коржавин – Осень в Караганде
- Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox by Robert Burns
- The Spring-Time, O The Spring–Time poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: The Epitaph:
- The Gardener IX: When I Go Alone at Night by Rabindranath Tagore
- Нина Воронель – Мой дед был слепым
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
- Юнна Мориц – Страна вагонная, вагонное терпенье
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Бездна
- Woman by Tala Bar
- Free Poetry Competitions – Prepare to Win The Next Poetry Competition That You Enter!
- Amoraphobia by Shaunna Harper
- I bended unto me a Bough by Thomas Edward Brown
- Яков Полонский – После праздника
- Юлия Друнина – Хорошо молодое лицо
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).
