The Gardener LXIV: I Spent My Day (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
I spent my day on the scorchinghot dust of the road.Now, in the cool of the evening, Iknock at the ...
I spent my day on the scorchinghot dust of the road.Now, in the cool of the evening, Iknock at the ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
ORIGIN OF IRON.Wainamoinen, thus encouraged,Quickly rises in his snow-sledge,Asking no one for assistance,Straightway hastens to the cottage,Takes a seat within ...
Or,A Review of my Scholastic Days"O, Festus Dies Hominis!"-O, the Joyful Day of Man!Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss ...
Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel! A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;The master-watch wildly pointing to ...
DawnOn skies still and starlit White lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold.And sun-glories coverThe rose shed ...
(A GEOGRAPHICAL SURVEY, 1868)Very fair and full of promiseLay the island of St. Thomas:Ocean o'er its reefs and barsHid its ...
A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.But surging, the sea tells of ...
I said this morning, as I leaned and threwMy shutters open to the Spring's surprise,"Tell me, O Earth, how is ...
Some day--I have signs--a mortal stormIs coming from the far north.Everywhere is the smell of corpses.The great killing begins.The lump ...
A shining jewel, hidden, obscured behind the veil, the screen pale white-yellow piercing the gray light fighting through resistant darkness; ...
Be the water, the rain, the ice beating on the unmovable rock the drip, drip, furrowing, changing the stone. Be ...
The wind drew off Like hungry dogs Defeated of a bone -- Through fissures in Volcanic cloud The yellow lightning ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
The meadow and the mountain with desire Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest Surged 'neath the meadow's seemingly ...
I spent my day on the scorching hot dust of the road. Now, in the cool of the evening, I ...
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; God has seized me, and I am thus held ...
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