The Banyan Tree (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child,like the birds that ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child,like the birds that ...
KEENNESS of heart and brain,Deftness of hand and lip-All these are not enoughTo weave a perfect stuffOut of the difficult ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.Osmotar, the bride-instructor,Gives the wedding-guests this counsel,Speaks these measures to the bridegroom:"Ilmarinen, artist-brother,Best of all my hero-brothers,Of my ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,Laves his hands to snowy whiteness,Sits upon the rock of joyance,On the stone of song ...
"I - The GatheringFather and Mother Lawrence, the boy Joe, Lottie and Elsie, all were full of life, And fond ...
THE shadows fall along the wall, It's night at Haye-la-Serre; The maidens ...
May Asda is gone to the merry green wood;Like flax was each tress on her temples that stood;Her cheek like ...
IThe incognizable kings of Night, within their unrevealed abyssHave built them a metropolis against the kingdoms of the light.Its mountain-passing ...
Halcyons ye by the flowing sea Waves that warble twitteringly, Circling over ...
Today we are the fruits of yesterday And what tomorrow shall of us demand,-- The helpless ...
The trees rustle; the wind blowsMerrily out of the town;The shadows creep, the sun goesSteadily over and down.In a brown ...
I ofttimes see her face here in the gloom,When—dreaming by my fire as dreamers dream—I watch the flickering fire-lights, till ...
I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have ...
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.Ofttimes he ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float Tendril and string against the crumbling wall, Nurses him now, his skeleton for grief, ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little chile, like the ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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