Seasonal Cycle – Chapter 02 – Rainy Season (Kalidasa Poems)
"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, ...
"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, ...
PHI BETA KAPPA ODEHARVARD UNIVERSITYJune 30, 1910IAll day long in the city's canyon-street, With its populous cliffs alive on either side, I ...
For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell:For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps ...
Late Senior Bishop, African M. E. Church.Death is the common lot of all, Yet nothing do we so much dread;Nothing, that ...
In ancient times, over the widespread families of men an iron Fate ruled with dumb force. A gloomy oppression swathed ...
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,In these three years, since I to thee inscribed,Mine own betrothed, the firstlings ...
The vicar sat in the firelight's glow,A volume in his hand,And a tear he shed for the widespread woe,And the ...
Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light ...
Oh, Poet of our Race,We reverence thy nameAs thy hist'ry we retrace,Which enfolds ...
I exchange eyes with the Mad Queenthe mirror crashes against my faceand bursts into a thousand sunsall over the city ...
WENDELL PHILLIPSHe stood upon the world's broad threshold; wideThe din of tattle and of slaughter rose;He saw God stand upon ...
HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him,sandy strand of the sea to treadand widespread ways. The world's great candle,sun shone ...
Columbia!O, happy State!And truly greatExemplar of the free!Thou first-born light of Western SkiesAnd cynosure of wond'ring eyes,We hail to thee!Thou ...
HROTHGAR spake, — to the hall he went,stood by the steps, the steep roof saw,garnished with gold, and Grendel's hand: ...
HROTHGAR spake, the Scyldings'-h elmet: —"For fight defensive, Friend my Beowulf,to succor and save, thou hast sought us here.Thy father's ...
Mine is the freedom of the tranquil hillsWhen vagrant breezes bend the sinewy grass,While sunshine on the widespread landscape spillsAnd ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
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