Heart it is, not a brick or stone (Ghalib Mirza Asadullah Khan Poems)
Dil Hi To Hai Na Sang-o-KhistDard Se Bhar Na Aaye Kyon?Royenge Hum Hazaar BaarKoyee Hamein Sataye Kyon?Dair Nahin, Haram Nahin,Dar ...
Dil Hi To Hai Na Sang-o-KhistDard Se Bhar Na Aaye Kyon?Royenge Hum Hazaar BaarKoyee Hamein Sataye Kyon?Dair Nahin, Haram Nahin,Dar ...
faqirana aye sada kar chalemiyan khush raho ham dua kar chalejo tujh bin na jine ko kahte the hamso is ...
dekh to dil k jan se uthta haiye dhuan sa kahan se uthta haigor kis dil-jale ki hai ye falakshola ...
Meet me at the fowd at the milkin'-time,Whan the dusky sky is gowd at the milkin'-time; Whan the fog is slant ...
ulti ho gain sab tadabiren, kuch na dawa ne kam kiyadekha is bimari-e-dil ne akhir kam tamam kiyaahd-e-jawani ro-ro kata, ...
jis sar ko garur aj hai yan tajawari kakal us pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari kaafaq ki manzil se ...
tujhi ko jo yan jalwa farma na dekhabarabar hai duniya ko dekha na dekhamera guncha-e-dil hai woh dil-giriftak jis ko ...
Elphi bandy-legs, Bent, an' wide apart,Nea yan i' this deale Awns a kinder heart.Elphi, great-heead, Greatest iver seen,Nea yan i' this deale Awns a ...
Ya summer day when I were mowin', When flooers of monny soorts were growin', Which fast befoor my scythe fell ...
Bain to Clapham town-end lived an owd Yorkshire tike,Who i' dealing i' horseflesh had ne'er met his like;'T were his ...
SOME neets are made for courtin',Neets when a new-born moonLies like a bairn in a creddle o' treesAn' rockin' sounds ...
'My stead's far end o' neeawheer,Neea lass wud care to settle there:Afore she died, my mother said,"It's time, dear lad, ...
Ah's coomin' back fra' furrin parts,An', Aa! Ah's varra fainTo sec my lahl steean hooseIn Wensleydale again.It's grand to finnd ...
I'SE coomin' back fra' furrin parts,An', Aa! I'se varra fainTo see my lile steean hooseIn Wensleydale again.It's grand to finnd ...
I ALLUS hated goin' to t' kirk, An' preachin' doant do owtTo help a man 'at's gone astray; To sermons, ...
Now 'at our foki live in townsFur winter months, I go an' sitWiv our horses stabled a mileAway. Dordy! it ...
The yere of our Lord m. ccc. l. and two:Vpon the xi day in the moneth of Febever:The soul of ...
The parson, the squire an' the divil Are troubles at trouble this life, Bud each on em's dacent an' ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
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