Do they bleed my red roses? sooner they may part-off from my heart. A Dusky bee as i spare this time, Lonely across this silence’s prophecy. O’ here with charmless petals, Once seen as ribbon ed red smiles; But spirited charm wilt shrinking, Seems very mute sorrow they are; But perpetual pleasure never hide from your lips abroad, Nor you shall reply me fearless,Smile once! And as your souls refinement, Never you match them with any ugly faults. As long as you hang in your eternal grip, You shall shine aloft my silver core. Nithin purple
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Song Of The Princess by Sara Teasdale
- seal.html
- The Ice Palace by William Cowper
- Aspiration
- How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza by Vachel Lindsay
- Illusions by Mark R Slaughter
- “Let the nymph still avoid and be deaf to the swain” by Tobias Smollett
- Михаил Кузмин – Уж не слышен конский топот
- Nikolai Gumilev –
- Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman
- The Reformers by Rudyard Kipling
- Blake’s Victory poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Яков Полонский – После праздника
- A Prophecy: To George Keats In America poem – John Keats poems
- Lines By Taj Mahomed
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).
