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 ...
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,Singing together.Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpesEach in its tetherSleeping safe ...
Though flowers have perished at the touchOf Frost, the early comer,I hail the season loved so much,The good St. Martin's ...
Out at Woodruff Place--afar From the city's glare and jar, With the leafy trees, instead Of the awnings, overhead; With the shadows cool and ...
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
LORD GOD OF HOSTS, whose mighty handDominion holds on sea and land,In Peace and War Thy Will we seeShaping the ...
Thou, by whom erst five thousand folks were fedWith two small fishes and five loaves of bread,Fill us, thy humble ...
Two ships, alone in sky and sea, Hang clinched, with crash and roar;There is but one—whiche'er it be— Will ever come to ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And ...
Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my headA lamp that well might pharos all the lands;Anon the light will neither ...
1917 (To Lyde of the Music Halls) What boots it on the Gods to call? Since, answered or unheard, We ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And meets the year, and gives and ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
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