To Hear Her Sing (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
By the burnished laurel line Glimmering flows the singing stream; Oily eddies crease and shine O'er white pebbles, white as cream. Richest roses bud ...
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his headgive a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.Age claps ...
O bulbul, let the freedom urge possess your soul !Bid good bye to your cage, step out,Gather your flowers and ...
FITTING perfumes to prepare,And to raise thy rapture high,Must a thousand rosebuds fairFirst in fiery torments die.One small flask's contents ...
BULBUL'S song, through night hours cold,Rose to Allah's throne on high;To reward her melody,Giveth he a cage of gold.Such a ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right ...
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. ...
Mourn, Persia, mourn! thy charms decay; Proud Ispahan, the seat of power, Is shorn by time's relentless sway Of her ...
The almond tree,-the almond tree-how lovely is its bloom, It flourishes and fades away before the summer noon; Alas! it ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are ...
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