If ‘beauty’ Be the self satisfied pride she bears,Each Fly do wing around her cherubic sweet face,As they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,And dream them in a transient trace.When ‘beauty’, a self possessed pride, you Worn,Each fly does wing around your wilt grace,As what lovers opine, ‘how your beauty haste flown;As falls the man in his transient race’.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Unruffled by Satish Verma
- Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel by Sappho
- nominalism_is_a_liquid_kuhi.html
- Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
- Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth by William Shakespeare
- Ellen Irwin Or The Braes Of Kirtle by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
- Moonrise poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Song Of The Wandering Jew by William Wordsworth
- Untitled #13 by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Morning at the Window by T. S. Eliot
- Number 3 on the Docket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Fear by Raymond Carver
- Юнна Мориц – Вместо сноски
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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).
