If Ruth,a king like guest in we well move,
In fact do guide we,this green wide globe,
This comrade godly he,and tell him prove
A stranger he,who captures bleak and doom
His arms do comfort depress and regrets
If truth is true,and mercy heart each bloom
Dear soul,you golden leaf from heaven’s art,
And pour you bliss to whom who seek full sense
Yet gloom is man,how heavy his mind cart.
How Fair your Shelter, which exclude sorrow,
You sore in pain,and supplies endless spring,
Inspirit’s my world with joyous,tender shadow
Compassion you for life,you melt in each dream-
Of trouble and save us my father do.
Nithin Purple
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816 by William Wordsworth
- Кондратий Рылеев – Людмила
- Владимир Маяковский – Два гренадера и один адмирал
- The Rao Of Ilore
- On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall by Phillis Wheatley
- Making Light Of It by Philip Levine
- My Bed is Covered Yellow by Peter Orlovsky
- The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu
- Perfections. by Walt Whitman
- At the bottom by Vasil Slavov
- Николай Заболоцкий – Неудачник
- Children of My Own by Marie Starr
- Bermudas poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Drugs Made Pauline Vague by Stevie Smith
- We embraced and talked about rains by Vinko Kalinic
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).
