In sadness deep I at the rose do look
And see it human with tears down her face
And think how badly my heart you so took
And how much your lines quite the rose debase,
For you have a beauty that came from above.
You`re mortal only for one day you`ll die.
At times you look so peaceful, poor the dove!
I felt for you, and now I want to cry.
Oh, you are female, prettiness so high!
You`re water fresh when drunk a different taste.
It`s hard to see how much you eyes do lie.
I can`t believe you skin that looks so chaste.
I lived for beauty; made it my high pride
And cried my heart and mind; oh, cruel ouside!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- I Saw a Chapel by William Blake
- To Mirth by Tobias Smollett
- Fragment From Aeschylus
- Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room by William Wordsworth
- Tumult by Nicole M Nugent
- Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Braw Lads O’ Galla Water:
- Song by Seamus Heaney
- Australia
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
- Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Слово “Товарищ” говоришь ты?! (РОСТА №449)
- Mortal Words by Robert McNamara
- Good Hours by Robert Frost
- An Hymn To The Morning by Phillis Wheatley
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).
