janedoe kedvencei

The sun descending in the West, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the…

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep, So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That…

To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves…

My mother groand! my father wept,Into the dangerous world I leapt:Helpless, naked, piping loud:Like a fiend hid in a cloud.Struggling in my fathers hands:Striving against my swaddling bands:Bound and weary I thought bestTo sulk upon my mother's breast. A csecsemő bánataApám sírt, anyám…