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 ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
CAME in my full youth to the midnight cavenerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.Wanting my fulness and not ...
Beautiful dancer upon the wind of the life in thy flutteringwings,O mingle of breeze and sunlight, whose glancing gaietysingsOf the ...
Where Harpur lies, the rainy streams, And wet hill-heads, and hollows weeping,Are swift with wind, and white with gleams, And hoarse with ...
THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,Of late the very type of tender sweetness;Now, through frail leaves and misty ...
UNALTERED aisles that wait and wait forever, O woods that gleam and stir in liquid gold,What of your little lover who ...
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
I was again beside thee in a dream: Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining;The muffled voice of many a ...
'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees, The man who hath a heart must always please: The morning glories from yon steaming ...
I Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead; And as I slept, forgot of man ...
WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it, Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white, Hung round ...
When Mother died I thought: now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I've since forgiven myself as ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
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