Behold the human race! What wonder thing!
My tears in sadness wet, in joy they`re bright.
We have the fancy things of a queen, king,
And female voices for the ear jut right.
And when of age our faces turn to old,
What animal compares with such a look?
We have the patience to work the pearl, the gold,
And hands the most delicious meals to cook.
So then with a loud voice and surely clean
I can cry out all o`er the universe,
“Yes, listen now, this`s what I truly mean:
The human race is far from any curse.”
The ground is rich enough to give the flowers,
But mind immmense is God who makes us towers.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Colin Instructed by Thomas Chatterton
- Marriage Thoughts By Morsellin Khan
- Олег Бундур – Сторож
- Михаил Кузмин – Второй свидетель
- К нам приходит в день февральский снежною тропой
- By Heraclides by William Cowper
- The Wish
- On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 29. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- At His Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Тихонов – Даль полевая, как при Калите
- Poor Mailie’s Elegy by Robert Burns
- Noe more unto my thoughts appeare by Sidney Godolphin
- The Coastwise Lights by Rudyard Kipling
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Жрец искусства
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).
