Edwin Arnold Poems on Sadness (18 Poems)

The Light of Asia: Book the Second (Edwin Arnold Poems)

Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of hewn square beamsWith cedar lining, warm for winter days;One of veined marbles, cool for summer heat;And one of burned bricks, … Continue reading →

The Light of Asia: Book the Fifth (Edwin Arnold Poems)

Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra’s sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals with warm ripple; shadowy Tapovan,Whose steaming pools mirror black rocks, which oozeSovereign earth-butter from their rugged roofsSouth-east the vulture-peak Sail?giri;And … Continue reading →

The Light of Asia: Book the Fourth (Edwin Arnold Poems)

But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing in the Golden Home,Woe to the King and sorrow o’er the land,But for all flesh deliverance, and that LawWhich — … Continue reading →

The Light of Asia: Book the Third (Edwin Arnold Poems)

In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor plague, nor age, nor death,Save as when sleepers roam dim seas in dreams,And land awearied on the shores of day,Bringing … Continue reading →

The Pure Sacrifice Of Buddha (Edwin Arnold Poems)

Onward he passed, Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men Fear so to die they are afraid to fear, Lust so to live they dare not love their life, But plague it with fierce penances, belike To … Continue reading →

Violetta (Edwin Arnold Poems)

Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, patient Imogen? and she whose nameLives among lovers, Sappho silver-voiced.Was not the wailing of her passionate lyreEnded for ever in … Continue reading →

Alley (Edwin Arnold Poems)

I do remember well at KilcreaThe castle, and the friary, and bridge;And I remember better how I satHalf a long summer morning, and flung shellsInto the ripples, thinking all the whileOf her I love more than I love my life,And … Continue reading →

The Youth Of Buddha (Edwin Arnold Poems)

This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right gentle, yet so wise; princely of mien, Yet softly mannered; modest, deferent, And tender-hearted, though of fearless blood: … Continue reading →

Hagar In The Wilderness (Edwin Arnold Poems)

A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue sky into bloody red;And not a breath to cool,—and not a breezeTo stir one feather of the drooping trees;Only the … Continue reading →

The Faithfulness Of Buddha (Edwin Arnold Poems)

Thenceforth alone the long-armed monarch strode, Not looking back,–nay, not for Bhima’s sake,–But walking with his face set for the mount; And the hound followed him,–only the hound. After the deathly sands, the Mount; and … Continue reading →