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…

Escape To The World Of Words
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…
وَوَصَّيْنَا ٱلْإِنسَـٰنَ بِوَٰلِدَيْهِ حَمَلَتْهُ أُمُّهُۥ وَهْنًا عَلَىٰ وَهْنٍۢ وَفِصَـٰلُهُۥ فِى عَامَيْنِ أَنِ ٱشْكُرْ لِى وَلِوَٰلِدَيْكَ إِلَىَّ ٱلْمَصِيرُ Wa wassainal insaana bi waalidaihi hamalat hu ummuhoo …
The poet admonishes the fair youth, telling him that, in dedicating himself to a single life he makes himself worthless, a nonentity, a nothingness.
By William Shakespeare Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks …
By William Shakespeare Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty’s …
By William Shakespeare Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,Now is the time that face should form another,Whose fresh repair if now …
By William Shakespeare When forty winters shall besiege thy browAnd dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,Will be …
‘But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes / Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel / Making a famine where abundance lies / Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel’