In The Bazaars of Hyderabad (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
Those who have clipped your wings will never seeRipe fruit a-dropping from the cocoa-tree,Or smell the dusky sandalwood's perfume,Or see ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid?Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made?and questions of that sortperplexed the ...
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,With a cargo of ivory,And apes and peacocks,Sandalwood, cedarwood, ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
GUZARTI BARSAAT AATEY JAADOn KE NARM LAMHEYHAWAAOn MEIn TITLIYOn KE MAANIND UD RAHEY HAInMAIn APNEY SEENEY MEIn DIL KI AAWAAZ ...
I've had a whirl at games of chance From Bombay 'round to Cork,I've sensed the ways of high finance ...
'TWIXT ancient Beersheba and Dan Another such a caravan Dazed Palestine had never seen As that which bore Sabea's queen ...
I Love the ancient boundary-fence, That mouldering chock-and-log.When I go ride the boundary I let the old horse ...
Blind with your softly fallen hair,I turn me from the twilight air;And, ah, the wordless tale of loveMy lips upon ...
Beyond the city wallsIn the open sun and shade, in pebbles and water.In lagoons, valleys, woods and forests,Mountains after mountains,The ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I lean into you, we bury down in the dunes the breeze holds like a whisper you stroke my brown ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes ...
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