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 ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.Not the wide fan by Persian dames ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
Once more I put my bonnet on, And tie the ribbons blue, My showy poplin dress I don, That's just as good as ...
The rage for writing has spread far and wide,Letters on letters now are multiplied,And every mortal, who can hold a ...
On a log behind the pigsty of a modest little farm,Sits a freckled youth and lanky, red of hair and ...
WITH breath of thyme and bees that hum, Across the years you seem to come,- Across the years with nymph-like ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common sense! Thou foil to Flecknoe! Prithee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common-sense, Thou foil to Flecknoe, pr'ythee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
My wife lost her health,And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds.Then that woman, whom the menStyled Cleopatra, came along.And ...
I caught rumours of some internal hearing then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes, hands scrunched up like a ...
Where they have been, if they have been away, or what they've done at home, if they have not - ...
The reams and reams of paper the trees in the cabinets files after files lives written down The trees that ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
While I make rhymes my brother John Makes shiny shoes which dames try on, And finding to their fit and ...
My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled ...
The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The ...
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