Immortal Eve – III (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
I hate this City, seated on the Plain, The clang and clamour of the hot Bazar,Knowing, amid the pauses of my ...
Beneath the bright sun's dazzling ray,She watched his vessel sail awayTo distant, far-famed lands.Her heart was gone,—upon her handSparkled a ...
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,Through cane-brake and forest, - the hunting of men?The lords of ...
Green miles of leafy peace are spread Over these ranks, unseen and serried;Screening the trenches with their dead And living men already ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
The heavy train through the dim country went rolling, rolling, Interminably passing misty snow-covered plough-land ridges That merged in the snowy sky; ...
Something is calling ... calling through the rain,--I heard it first when I was but a child,Careless, among rose-brambles running ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine? ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
THE SEA, THE SEA!It rings as loud, it rolls as free, As brightly flashes on this shore,As where the deep, ...
The Orchard-PitPiled deep below the screening apple-branch They lie with bitter apples in their hands: And some are only ancient ...
How often in this careless lifeA word but lightly spoken, By magic of a love sincere, Becomes a blessed token. ...
Oh, what a night for a soul to go! The wind a hawk, and the fields in snow; No screening ...
They hail me as one living, But don't they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
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