To a Beloved Child
by Patrick Pearse
Laughing mouth, what tortures me is
That thou shalt be weeping;
Lovely face, it is my pity
That thy brightness shall grow grey.
Noble head, thou art proud,
But thou shalt bow with sorrow;
And it is a pitiful thing I forbode for thee
Whenever I kiss thee.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Astigmatism poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Demeter And Persephone poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Why
- Омар Хайям – Кто розу нежную любви привил
- For the Young Who Want To by Marge Piercy
- The Wanderer
- Олег Григорьев – На собрании
- Stand-To: Good Friday Morning by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Степанов – Двенадцать месяцев
- His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Dedication by Rudyard Kipling
- The Nearness That Is All by Samuel Hazo
- about emptiness… by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- Children’s Children by William Barnes
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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).
