Banalata Sen (Jibanananda Das Poems)
Long I have been a wanderer of this world,Many a night,My route lay across the sea of Ceylon somewhat winding ...
Long I have been a wanderer of this world,Many a night,My route lay across the sea of Ceylon somewhat winding ...
_At The Surf Inn_List the harp in window wailing Stirred by fitful gales from sea:Shrieking up in mad crescendo-- Dying down in ...
Oh, when the land is white as milk With bloom that lets no leaf between,When trees are clad in grass-green silk And ...
1.Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket?Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from ...
Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,Where labour sleeps. The ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
King Diderik sits in the halls of Bern, And he boasts of his deeds of might;So many a swain in ...
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth, Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!Through you fond Nature ...
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;And there he saw a lady bright,Come riding down ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
Come under my cloak, my darling! Thou little Norwegian main!Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea Shall chill ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. ...
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky, The sober twilight dimly darkens round; In short quick circles the shrill ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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