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
- What Is Woman But A Song! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Федор Сологуб – Короткая радость сгорела
- Robert Burns: The Captain’s Lady:
- At Her Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- X: Some Verses: To His Most Affectionate Friend Mr. Lithgow by William Alexander
- Song—Farewell to the Highlands by Robert Burns
- On Observing Some Names Of Little Note Recorded In The Biographia Britannica by William Cowper
- The Four Winds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: The Gard’ner Wi’ His Paidle:
- Владимир Костров – Я стою, как дерево в лесу
- The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal’vin by Rudyard Kipling
- To A Feminist
- Reconciliation by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Solitary by Sara Teasdale
- Brink Of Eternity by Rabindranath Tagore
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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