As if on us there was a call
The path we took only heard us at all
Preparing joyfully lined up to foul
Singing uncontrollably we matched but fall
Only the groove steep side of a dreadful-like mountain
Promises us a true good fate, the fruitful pain
None isn’t written, even beyond the brain
So we never made, the sea flows the deepest fountain
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Book Second [School-Time Continued] by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Британишский – Молодой Толстой
- City Times and Other Poems
- The Storm
- Юрий Левитанский – Мое поколение
- Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How fares it with the happy dead? poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Fairies Break Their Dances by A. E. Housman
- Михаил Лермонтов – Ангел
- Denner’s Old Woman by William Cowper
- Валерий Брюсов – Ленин
- Night by William Morris
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo:
- Шекспир – Люблю твои глаза – Сонет 132
- Number 3 on the Docket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Яков Полонский – После праздника
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).
