Reverie Of Mahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank (Laurence Hope Poems)
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
The listless Palm-trees catch the breeze above The pile-built huts that edge the salt Lagoon,There is no Breeze to cool the ...
Oh, come, Beloved, before my beauty fades, Pity the sorrow of my loneliness.I am a Rosebush that the Cypress shades, No sunbeams ...
Alas! alas! this wasted NightWith all its Jasmin-scented air,Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,Long for ...
"And when the Summer Heat is great, And every hour intense, The Moghra, with its subtle flowers, Intoxicates the sense."The Coco palms stood ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclinedThus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it isTo sit beside our Cot, ...
Beat on the Tom-toms, and scatter the flowers, Jasmin, Hibiscus, vermillion and white,This is the day, and the Hour of Hours, Bring ...
They lay the slender body down With all its wealth of wetted hair,Only a daughter of the town, But very young and ...
_Bridegroom_I give you my house and my lands, all golden with harvest;My sword, my shield, and my jewels, the spoils ...
He loved the Plant with a keen delight, A passionate fervour, strange to see,Tended it ardently, day and night, Yet never a ...
I shall never forget you, never. Never escapeYour memory woven about the beautiful things of life.The sudden Thought of your Face ...
The Temple bells are ringing,The young green corn is springing, And the marriage month is drawing very near.I lie hidden in ...
Just at the time when Jasmins bloom, most sweetly in the summer weather,Lost in the scented Jungle gloom, one sultry ...
GIVE me O indulgent Fate!Give me yet, before I Dye,A sweet, but absolute Retreat,'Mongst Paths so lost, and Trees so ...
I am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose;For the winter winds are sighing,All my playmates round me ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
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