The Armenian Maid’s Lament (Murgurditch Portoukalian Poems)
WHEN my Armenia's name I hear, my heart with violence throbs;When all her sorrows I recall, tears flood my eyes ...
WHEN my Armenia's name I hear, my heart with violence throbs;When all her sorrows I recall, tears flood my eyes ...
A happy vicar I might have beenTwo hundred years agoTo preach upon eternal doomAnd watch my walnuts grow;But born, alas, ...
ulti ho gain sab tadabiren, kuch na dawa ne kam kiyadekha is bimari-e-dil ne akhir kam tamam kiyaahd-e-jawani ro-ro kata, ...
We gazed intent upon the murderous cave; Too fair a place, methinks, for deeds of blood. Above, the rocks, dappled with pendant ...
It was him, who, on the marble edges of my Dream, tonight, Standing invincibly like a rock, Immersing his fiery ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
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