The Cloud Messenger – Part 01 (Kalidasa Poems)
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,on account of a curse from his ...
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,on account of a curse from his ...
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
How strange that here is nothing as it was!The sward is young and new,The sod there shapes a different mass,The ...
The wind waves oer the meadows green And shakes my own wild flowersAnd shifts about the moving scene Like the life of ...
E knew it would rain, for all the mornA spirit on slender ropes of mistWas lowering its golden buckets downInto ...
Cobwebs drape their skeins in the sun,While the sun spreads through my body.With the fruit heavy, tilting at noon,Will you ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
Maidens, whose tresses shine,Crowned with daffodil and eglantine,Or, from their string?d buds of brier roses,Bright as the vermeil closesOf April ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in CareolSleeps, with a broken sword - and Yseult sleepsBeside him, where the ...
IFrom twig to twig the spider weavesAt noon his webbing fine.So near to mute the zephyrs fluteThat only leaflets dance.The ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Sweep, sea, over his formGently down uncharted lanes;Wrap his lovely body warmIn polyp-silken skeins.Fisherfolk, still not too near:One of you ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
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