Reverie Of Mahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank (Laurence Hope Poems)
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
Heart, my heart, thou hast found thy home! From gloom and sorrow thou hast come forth,Thou who wast foolish, and sought ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
Alas! alas! this wasted NightWith all its Jasmin-scented air,Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,Long for ...
IT is Christmas, and the sunshineLies golden on the fields,And flowers of white and purpleYonder fragrant creeper yields.Like the plumes ...
JAMIE.O MOTHER, what country is that I seeFar over the stream and the boulders gray,Where the wind-song pipes, and the ...
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a ...
The sun was hot on the tamarind trees, Their shadows shrivelled and shrank.No coolness came on the off-shore breeze That rattled the ...
TO--- I judge not hardly childhood's giddy glee; For I remember when my mother died, Half-wondering at that age what death might be, How ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
(_Mandalay_)The palms along the old fort wall are paling, The mountains in the evening light are red,The moon has dropped ...
Who never lost, are unpreparedA Coronet to find!Who never thirstedFlagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league-Can such a ...
Troy went, and Babylon the great is low; Carthage is like a withered tamarind; To Baalbeck no more the camels ...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
With thee, in the Desert -- With thee in the thirst -- With thee in the Tamarind wood -- Leopard ...
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, do not go out! The palm ...
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus ...
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