Shakuntala Act V (Kalidasa Poems)
ACT VSCENE -The PALACE.An old Chamberlain, sighing.Chamberlain.ALAS! What a decrepit old age have I attained! -This wand, which I first ...
ACT VSCENE -The PALACE.An old Chamberlain, sighing.Chamberlain.ALAS! What a decrepit old age have I attained! -This wand, which I first ...
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Brother Bill.To have a good birthday for a grown-up person is very difficult indeed;We don't give it up, for Mother ...
Oh you who weep, brush all your tears aside!And you who mourn, recall grief won't abide!For you'll know rest when ...
What is that tear—that sorrowless tear— That rests on the infant's cheek awhile,'Till the fond parent coming near Soon chases away the ...
Fall the shadows on the gullies, fades the purple from the mountain;And the day that's passing outwards down the stairways ...
A little oak leaf tore off from its branchWas driven o'er the steppe by a cruel gale;Dried up and withered ...
IAngel Heurtebise on the stepsBeats me with his wingsOf watered silk, refreshes my memory,The rascal, motionlessAnd alone with me on ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
1. It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud, Authoring joyfulness, covers the yawning valley. Playful ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping:slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature,and ...
Au pied de mon lit, une Vierge n?gresse fut mise par ma m?re. Et j'aime cette Vierge d'une religion un ...
Thou hast flashed on my sight, Like a spirit of love, In my sorrow's deep night, From the regions above! ...
Fly on misfortune's wing as black as night, You thought of love, your shadow of an hour That I embraced ...
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings Were bearing me - a Ganymede - Away from earth; distress was growing Like ...
FUCK ME I'm all screwed up so FUCK ME. FUCK ME and take out the garbage feed the cat and ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
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