letra de mary barber - the oak and its branches - ghizela rowe
an oak, with spreading branches crown’d
beheld an ivy on the ground
expos’d to ev’ry trampling beast
that roam’d around the dreary waste
the tree of jove, in all his state
with pity view’d the ivy’s fate;
and kindly told her, she should find
security around his rind:
nor was that only his intent
but to bestow some nourishment
the branches saw, and griev’d to see
some juices taken from the tree
parent, say they, in angry tone
your sap should nourish us alone:
why should you nurse this stranger plant
with what your sons, in time, may want;
may want, to raise us high in air
and make us more distinguish’d there
’tis wеll — the parent–tree reply’d;
must i, to gratify your pridе
act only with a narrow view
of doing good to none but you?
know, sons, tho’ jove hath made me great
i am not safe from storms of fate
is it not prudent then, i pray
to guard against another day?
whilst i’m alive, you crown my head;
this graces me alive, and dead
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- letra de madness 2.0 - norwalk
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- letra de no teu lugar - diana lima
- letra de océano de notas - el momo y gordo la mente
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