By gates of an abode, blessed,
A man stood, asking for donation,
A beggar, cruelly oppressed
By hunger, thirst and deprivation.
He asked just for a peace of bread,
And all his looks were full of anguish,
And was a cold stone laid
Into his stretched arm, thin and languished.
Thus I prayed vainly for your love,
With bitter tears, pine and fervor,
Thus my best senses, that have thrived,
Were victimized by you forever!
The Beggar
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Poem topics: I love you, peace, forever, cold, hunger, bread, bitter, stone, anguish, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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