Complaints (Bedros Tourian Poems)
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
A galaxy of glances bright, A sweet bouquet of smiles, A crucible of melting words Bewitched me with their wiles! ...
WHEN bright dews fall on leaf and flower,And stars light up the skies,Then tears and sparks commingledBurst forth from my ...
What are you, love? A flame from heaven? A radiant smile are you? The heaven has not your eyes' bright ...
THE centuries of bloodshedAre past, those cruel years;But there is still one countryWhose mountains drip with tears,Whose river-banks are blood-stained,Whose ...
Why dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere? Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror ...
IT was the hour of dew and light;In heaven a conflagration coldOf roses burned, instead of clouds ;There was a ...
DEAR, I loved you when Armenia's rosesBudded forth upon your forehead pale-On the day those suns, your eyes, were hiddenBashfully ...
OUR two devoted hearts were joined and boundBy streaming rays, with heaven's own light aglow;We read each other's souls like ...
When Death's pale angel stands before my face, With smile unfathomable, stern and chill, And when my sorrows with my ...
UNDYING Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha's stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?--bones, ...
YESTERDAY, when in slumber light and chill,Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay,While on my panting cheeks two ...
TO thirst with sacred longings,And find the springs all dry,And in my flower to fade, - not thisThe grief for ...
SLUMBERING darkly yesterday,As in deathly sweats I lay,And two roses fiery redOn my faded cheeks were spread--On my brow perchance ...
O VIRGIN, mother of the sweet spring flowers!O lovely May, in shining blossoms clad!Why bring you not the blossom of ...
WERE not the rose's hue like that which glowsOn her soft cheek, who would esteem the rose?Were not the tints ...
SHE was alone. I brought a gift -A rose, surpassing fair;And when she took it from my handShe blushed with ...
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