Seasonal Cycle – Chapter 01 – Summer (Kalidasa Poems)
"Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good ...
"Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good ...
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it. The boat ...
Bowzybeus.Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;Forget awhile the barn and dary's care;Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise,The drunkard's flights ...
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
I love chocolate cake.And when I was a boyI loved it even more.Sometimes we used to have it for teaand ...
As some fond virgin, whom her mother's careDrags from the town to wholesome country air,Just when she learns to roll ...
Not a sign of life we rouseIn any square close-shuttered houseThat flanks the road we amble downToward far trenches through ...
Now for a smacking South-east Trade to Rio!In ten days' sail or so you'll see the land.'Tis wondrous bold and ...
Come hither Womankind and all their worth,Give me thy kisses as I call them forth.Give me the billig-kiss, that of ...
A kiss? Pray tell me, what is in a kiss,That it should be the ultimate of bliss?I've tried it, and ...
I know you, you shamster! I saw you smirking, grinningNodding through the day, and I knew you lied.With mincing steps ...
1--IIn middle age an evil thingBefell Archduchess Anne:She looked outside her wedding-ringUpon a princely man.IICount Louis was for horse and ...
"Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked ...
Bountiful rain, we have yearned for you, prayed for you, When, thro' the drought days, ill visions had scope;Thankfulness vast ...
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave ...
I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock ...
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