Butterfly And Honey-Bee (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Where tender love mens hearts did move unto a sympathy,And bearing part of others smart in their anxiety;Now such compassion ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.For ...
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
You were not over-patient with me, dear; This want of patience one must rightly rate:You are so young! Youth ever was ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.For ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.For ...
My gracious God! compassion's Sire!Do not rebuke me in thine ire,Nor let thy dreadful wrath extendIts terrors to my latter ...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Payris is;I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal ...
SINGER of songs of the hills- Dreamer, by waters unstirred,Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!-Read ...
WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest?Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be?Were it snow, ere this ...
Kwannon, the Japanese goddess of mercy, is represented with many hands, typifying generosity and kindness. In one of these hands she is supposedto hold an axe, wherewith she severs the threads of human lives. I am the ancient one, the many-handed, The merciful am I. Here where the black pine bends above the sea They bring their gifts to me — Spoil of the foreshore where the corals lie, Fishes of ivory, and amber stranded, And carven beads Green as the fretted fringes of the weeds. Age after age, I watch the long sails pass. Age after age, I see them come once more Home, as the grey-winged pigeon to the grass, The white crane to the shore. Goddess am I of heaven and this small town Above the beaches brown. And here the children bring me cakes, and flowers, And all the strange sea-creatures that they find, For "She," they say, "the Merciful, is ours, And she," they say, "is kind." Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning They bring to me alone, Shells that are veined like irises, and those Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose. Wherefore an hundredfold again returning I render them their own — Full-freighted nets that flash among the foam, Laughter and love, and gentle eyes at home, Cool of the night, and the soft air that swells My silver temple bells. Winds of the spring, the little flowers that shine Where the young barley slopes to meet the pine, Gold of the charlock, guerdon of the rain, I give to them again. Yet though the fishing boats return full-laden Out of the broad blue east, Under the brown roofs pain is their handmaiden, And mourning is their feast. Yea, though my many hands are raised to bless, I am not strong to give them happiness. Sorrow comes swiftly as the swallow flying, O, little lives, that are so quickly done! Peace is my raiment, mercy is my breath, I am the gentle one. When they are tired of sorrow and of sighing I give them death. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
XIBut when the angry king discovered notWhat guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hotAgainst the ...
When, Reverend Sir, your good design, To clothe our Pilgrim gravely fine, And give him gentler mien and gait, First reached my ear, ...
Almighty God, beholding Man,Depryued of his blessednesse,)To looke with visage pale and wan,(By reason of his wretchednesse.)And knowing him in ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
THEY declare that I'm gracefully pretty,The very best waltzer that whirls;They say I am sparkling and witty,The pearl, the queen ...
One who rejoiced that many served the Lord,Beheld, amongst the simple and the grand,In homes and churches, schools, and bed-filled ...
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
The twelve Apostles sought the Master's face,And told Him all that they had said and done :But people thronged Him ...
When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd findIn which there's both pleasure and profit combined,And though what I've chosen ...
One limpin Jimmy wed a lass;An this wor th' way it coom to pass--He'd saved a little bit o' brass, An ...
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes-in the face of the splendidSix of the sisters-the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,Merope ...
My eye look'd round upon the vast expanseOf glorious Nature—and my raptured vision,Revelling in the early day-beams' waken'd glance,Saw rocks, ...
Observe these Pirates bold and gay, That sail a gory sea: Notice their bright expression:-- The handsome one is me. We plundered ships and ...
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