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 ...
Thenceforth alone the long-armed monarch strode, Not looking back,--nay, not for Bhima's sake,--But walking with his face set ...
Well and wisely spake the master Of the silver Tuscan talk,Love should laugh at all disaster If with wisdom he ...
There was fear and desolation over swarthy Egypt's land,From the holy city of the sun to hot Syen?'s sand;The sistrum ...
She is dead! they said to him; "come away;Kiss her and leave her, — thy love is clay!"They smoothed her ...
They tell of Arab maidens, who with singing low and sweetCan tame the green and crested snake to cower at ...
The shadows fall from the minster-wall, Where a weeping mother prayed,Resting the knee in her agony On the stone where ...
The world knows nothing of its greatest men. They have no place in storied page; No rest ...
Rapt she stood!Beautiful—but so very,—very still,That but for some light quivering of her lip,And the quick tremble of her lifted ...
A bed sorrow-circled,And a pale dying daughter there, With lustreless eyeAnd tresses of tangled hair. With forehead that freezesThe kiss ...
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