The Light of Asia: Book the Second (Edwin Arnold Poems)
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
Onward he passed, Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men Fear so to die they are afraid to fear, ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
I do remember well at KilcreaThe castle, and the friary, and bridge;And I remember better how I satHalf a long ...
This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right ...
A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue ...
A memory of the past hath wondrous powerTo gild the present, and to throw a veilOf rare enchantment o'er the ...
Evening and morning, midnight and mid noon,For twice five lustres, this my cell hath been,My pleasure-house and prison.—I did swear,Kissing ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
He who died at Azan sendsThis to comfort all his friends:Faithful friends! It lies, I know,Pale and white and cold ...
They tell of Arab maidens, who with singing low and sweetCan tame the green and crested snake to cower at ...
_He is sufficient, and He makes suffice; Praise thus again thy Lord, mighty and wise_. God is enough! ...
America! At this thy Golden Gate,New travelled from those portals of the West,Parting-I make my reverence! It were bestWith backward ...
Once — and only once — you gave One rich gift, which Memory Shuts within itself, to save Sweet and ...
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