Shakuntala Act V (Kalidasa Poems)
ACT VSCENE -The PALACE.An old Chamberlain, sighing.Chamberlain.ALAS! What a decrepit old age have I attained! -This wand, which I first ...
ACT VSCENE -The PALACE.An old Chamberlain, sighing.Chamberlain.ALAS! What a decrepit old age have I attained! -This wand, which I first ...
IOf men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all,Incarnate fiends, English Italianate;Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,Who make their Maker, ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Education.See Example. Parents and Children.Let no indecent Speech, or Action vile,Be known within the Walls where Youth is bred:Far, far ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
HAIL , precious drops! may you relief impartUnto the Royal Mourner's gentle heart.Hail, precious drops! by nature kindly lent,Grief's overpow'ring ...
In the hills' embraces holden, In a valley filled with glooms,Lies a cemetery olden, Strewn with countless mould'ring tombs.Ancient graves o'erhung with ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and ...
SISTER of the first-born light,Type of sorrowing gentleness!Quivering mists in silv'ry dressFloat around thy features bright;When thy gentle foot is ...
Praised be our Lord (to echo the sweet phraseOf saintly Francis) for our sister Snow:Whose soft, soft coming never man ...
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle ...
To G. D. H.A BUNCH of lilacs ...
Friend of the fainting mind, whose kindly ray,Soft rising o'er affliction's dreary shade,Foretells the sweet approach of day,And cheers the ...
Whene'er I fragrant coffee drink,I on the generous Frenchman think,Whose noble perseverance boreThe tree to Martinico's shore.While yet her colony ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress Float around thy features bright; When ...
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