Chidher (Friedrich Ruckert Poems)
Chidher, the ever youthful, told: I passed a city, bright to see; A man was culling fruits of gold, ...
Chidher, the ever youthful, told: I passed a city, bright to see; A man was culling fruits of gold, ...
As I rode on the limberThrough the old French market-square,There were bricks and fallen timberAnd shell-holes everywhere.The place was blank ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All ...
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