His eyes did rest upon Julia’s breast
as she spoke or questioned or sighed,
until she shaved her head one day
to spite his wandering eye;
now when she speaks or quests or sighs
his eyes rest on her barren brow,
on the memory of her hairline
and the fate that awaits him now.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Ode for General Washington’s Birthday by Robert Burns
- The Dark Hour by William Henry Davies
- Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Raptures Of Folly:
- Have Lost You
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищи! От сбора продналога… (Главполитпросвет №284)
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- Юрий Галансков – Утро
- Ask Me No More poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Satisfaction of my eyes poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Радуга
- Pollination by Pamela L. Laskin
- Dying Love!!! by Praveen Parasar
- Robert Burns: Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me:
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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).
