Stray Birds 31 – 40 (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
How may I know truth? Oh my beloved,I would answer thee. Truth is companionable,She is never a lady who sighs ...
THERE is an air for which I would disownMozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies, -A sweet sad air that languishes and sighs,And ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
HOW lightly men can love, how soon forget! I said--yet some there be not false or fickle: For one, the ...
GOD dreaming in his star-enshrouded skyBethought himself of me, so even IWho was till then as nothing, leapt to life ...
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
O pertest, most self-satisfied Of aught that breathes or moves, ...
to make everything clearlive backwards take walks in the woodstearing hairwhen you recognize firein a lamp a stovesay wherefore you ...
The Children of the Sun are out, About the hills and beaches -The stolid burghers halo and stout,The tailored sheik, ...
The Swan which boasted mid the tide, Whose nest was guarded by the wave, Floated for pleasure till she died, ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day; When life and light, with envious haste, Are torn ...
v.15-22 S. M. Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion. Mine eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was ...
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