LIV. (Khoshal Khan Khattak Poems)
The Afghans have gone mad about posts and dignities;But God preserve me, from such plagues and troubles!Unto whom belongeth the ...
The Afghans have gone mad about posts and dignities;But God preserve me, from such plagues and troubles!Unto whom belongeth the ...
Now from Leander's place she rose, and found Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground; Which ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen ...
I. WHAT song is this which on the water rings, Rousing the lonely post? — its flag ascends:Forth from the ...
TO MY READERS,-MY Life has been a wild, strange life,Now lulled in love-now wrapt in strife;I've had my dreams as ...
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measureThat living in the future gives a farm—Propinquity of mules and cows, ...
Though some may yearn for titles great, and seek the frills of fame,I do not care to have an extra ...
Look at me with thy large brown eyes,Philip, my king!Round whom the enshadowing purple liesOf babyhood's royal dignities.Lay on my ...
Brave English language, you are strong as trees,Yet intricate and stately. Thus one seesThrough branches clear-embroidered stars. You pleaseOur sense ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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