Why do ye torture me?
by Patrick Pearse
Why are ye torturing me, O desires of my heart ?
Torturing me and paining me by day and by night?
Hunting me as a poor deer would be hunted on a hill,
A poor long-wearied deer with the hound-pack after him
There’s no ease to my paining in the loneliness of the hills,
But the cry of the hunters terrifically to be heard,
The cry of my desires haunting me without respite,—
O ravening hounds, long is your run!
No satisfying can come to my desires while I live,
For the satisfaction I desired yesterday is no satisfaction,
And the hound-pack is the greedier of the satisfaction it has got,—
And forever I shall not sleep till I sleep in the grave.
End of the poem
15 random poems
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- Robert Burns: O Wat Ye Wha’s In Yon Town:
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- Early Pla Meäte by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Власть канцелярии – вот слова “бюрократия” перевод… (РОСТА №655)
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- Алексей Плещеев – Лучше гибель без возврата
- The Princess (prologue) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
- Curtis by Susan King Saunders
- The Lantern Out Of Doors poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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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).
