Excerpts From Laila’s Poems For Tauba (Laila Akhyaliyya Poems)
O eye, weep tears continually flowing,weep for Tauba in hidden fear;for a man of Banu Sa'id that I suffer for.What ...
O eye, weep tears continually flowing,weep for Tauba in hidden fear;for a man of Banu Sa'id that I suffer for.What ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
So many -- all but you would touch me!But it is my curse that passion unto madnessMelts my flesh--I pass ...
When the sklll'd fashioner of female faces Designed your mask, he wrought with cunning fist, And made a mouth expressly to be ...
ONE whitest lily, reddest rose,None other such the summer knows;Of bird or brook one perfect tune,And sung is all the ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine? ...
This fact is clear….Both man and womanPrize not what's good, but what's uncommon ;And most delighted still they are,Not with ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
LET me have a scarlet mapleFor the grave-tree at my head,With the quiet sun behind it,In the years when I ...
Merrily 'mid the faded leaves, O Robin of the bright red breast! Cheerily over the Autumn eaves, Thy note is ...
In the palace garden-closeMany a flower buds and blows, —Many a lily, ne'er a rose;And, when on the purple fellsHum ...
I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;I look my last upon His small and radiant ...
On the tender myrtle-branches, In the meadow lotus-grass?d,While the wearied sunlight softly To the Happy Islands pass?d,—Reddest lips the reddest ...
(For S. M. E.) I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well; I look my last ...
A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature's Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale. Nature is ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake ...
I always saw, I always said If I were grown and free, I'd have a gown of reddest red As ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
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