Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
But in what modes that conflux of first-stuffDid found the multitudinous universeOf earth, and sky, and the unfathomed deepsOf ocean, ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
MOTHER AND SON.THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the motherWent in search of her son,--at first in front of ...
Whin I gor hoired et Beacon Farm a year last Martinmas,I fund we'd gor a vory bonny soort o' kitchen ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,Though the mind is meek.To be aware inwardlyof brain and beautyIs dark too recognizable.Thought ...
Where the bullrushes grow ranker(Oh, the long green spears a-gleam!)There the punt shall rock at anchorIn the stream;By the weir's ...
WHEN I have finished with this episode,Left the hard, uphill road,And gone weird ways to seek another load, Oh, friends, regret ...
Listen to the laughter of the brook that's racin' by! Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on ...
pity this busy monster, manunkind,not. Progress is a comfortable disease:your victim (death and life safely beyond)plays with the bigness of ...
the bigness of cannonis skilful,but i have seendeath's clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies..i say that sometimeson these ...
the bigness of cannonis skilful,bit i have seendeath's clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies...i say that sometimeson these ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
I used to believe that comprehension began right there; that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility. Every ...
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth, Stealing my breath of life, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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