The Gao Flower (Edward Powys Mathers Poems)
I am the Gao flower high in a tree,You are the grass Long Mai on the path-side.When heat comes down ...
I am the Gao flower high in a tree,You are the grass Long Mai on the path-side.When heat comes down ...
Mohay apnay hi rung mein rung lay,Tu to saaheb mera Mehboob-e-Ilaahi;Mohay apnay hi rung mein..Humri chundariya, piyaa ki pagariya,Woh to ...
LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands, The strange bright fruit, the feathery fanspread leaves, The glowing mornings ...
What dreams were mine to-night, O fond romance, That came upon me like a summer sleep, And bound me so ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the ...
1 WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet? ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jal?ndhar came, On his way ...
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