A Fragment Of Simonides (Henry James Pye Poems)
Dana(Henry James Pye)
Dana(Henry James Pye)
Ragam : sArangaThalam : dEshAdiPallavi : Enta bhAgyamu ! mApAla galgitivi EvarIDu mujjagamulalO danaAnupallavi : centajEri saujanyuDai paliki cinta bAga ...
Sorrowful dwelt the King Suddh?danaAll those long years among the S?kya LordsLacking the speech and presence of his Son;Sorrowful sate ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
I. PROLOGUE.HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede, Von of de pullyest kind; It vent mitout a vheel in front, And hadn't ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
"So was their sanctuary violated,So their fair college turned to hospital;At first with all confusion: by and bySweet order lived ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.His ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
Good editor Dana—God bless him, we say— Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away ...
Not for a select few only for those who love you the master's teaching radical love for all our neighbors ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
GIVE me more love or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, ...
WHEN in my shadowy hours I pierce the hidden heart of hopes and fears, They change into immortal joys or ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
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