George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

Appeal

If in my arms I bore my child,
Would he cry out for fear
Because the night was dark and wild
And no one else was near?

Shall I then treat thee, Father, as
My fatherhood would grieve?
I will be hopeful, though, alas,
I cannot quite believe!

I had no power, no wish to be:
Thou madest me half blind!
The darkness comes! I cling to thee!
Be thou my perfect mind.

1. To A. J. Scott
2. Death
3. To One Threatened with Blindness
4. General Gordon
5. The Chrysalis

Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Appeal ("Oh, I am very weary")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1884

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