Shakuntala Act III (Kalidasa Poems)
ACT IIISCENE -The HERMITAGE in a Grove.The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.Pupil. HOW great is the power of ...
ACT IIISCENE -The HERMITAGE in a Grove.The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.Pupil. HOW great is the power of ...
ACT IVSCENE -A LAWN before the Cottage.The two damsels are discovered gathering flowers.Anusuya: O MY Priyamvada, though our sweet friend ...
Part IMY loving countrymen, pray lend an ear, To this relation that I bring you here, My sufferings at large I will ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed,The sort of lover, avaricious named;And if in opposites we reason see,The liberal in ...
I was walking over a wide plain alone.And suddenly I fancied light, cautious footsteps behind my back…. Someone was walking ...
I fancied I was somewhere in Russia, in the wilds, in a simple countryhouse.The room big and low pitched with ...
I stood on the top of a sloping hillside; before me, a gold and silver seaof shifting colour, stretched the ...
At supper time an ondine's narrow feetmade dark tracks on the hearth.Like the heart of a yellow fruit was the ...
It is the navigator, that guideth the ship upon the ocean;But it is the Almighty, that preserveth her, or sinketh ...
Often I tryTo analyse the qualityOf its silences. Is this where God hidesFrom my searching? I have stopped to listen,After ...
Beneath the barren artifice of redThat hides a fertile freshness on your faceI see the hypocritical embraceOf courtesan and virgin, ...
This twilight is calm,Only stars fall,Only rivers drone,Only hearts tremble...Someone may thinkThat there can be peaceEven in uneasiness.He who stopsThe ...
Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grand- ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
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