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
- Владимир Костров – Мы на тяге ракетной берёзовых дров
- Kyrenaikos
- The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I by William Butler Yeats
- Гавриил Державин – Амур и Психея
- Ольга Берггольц – На Ивана-пьющего
- Алексей Жемчужников – Весна
- Greengrocer by Robert McNamara
- Nothing is Real by Rixa White
- Celia Beeding, To the Surgeon by Thomas Carew
- A Question Answered poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Маяковский – Успокоилась Франция, злобой не пышет… (РОСТА №625)
- I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Landowners by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Юг завоевала победа… (РОСТА №568)
- On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston by Robert Burns
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).
