Immortal Eve – IV (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
1Dear, could the wise creator makeMe, nor imagine you,When from his wisdom's awful breathI came like trembling dew,You under my ...
Beautiful dancer upon the wind of the life in thy flutteringwings,O mingle of breeze and sunlight, whose glancing gaietysingsOf the ...
O'er her death-bedWith sobs I hung,Wild, idle sobs, and in my lonely painKiss'd the dead face again and yet again,And ...
O painter bold and true, lord of every flying hue,Whose immortal hand all lovely things implore,Now to thy glory set, ...
1Shapely poplar, shivering white, poplar like a maiden,Thinking, musing softly here, so light and so unladen,That with every breath and ...
Oft hast thou heard it, that old true saying,'Tis like and unlike makes the happiest music.Then, gravely smiling, scorn me ...
Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of loveThe shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day,Sad soul, what dost thou ...
Cease, O my spirit, cease this endless yearning!Idly thou seekest; gone is it, past hoping,That golden treasure: thine own sweet ...
It cannot beRose, violet, lily,Their crushed life should retain,Flowers that recall thy sweetness be ensouled,And thou distil to nothing, thou ...
Farewell, sweetest country; out of my heart, you roses,Wayside roses, nodding, the slow traveller to keep.Too long have I drowsed ...
Face, to memory clear,That comes to thieve meInto the fancy dear'Tis your lost eyes I seeShining once more on me,Your ...
Nor spring, nor bloom, nor freshness! O come thou!Bloom, verdure, springtime, all things, call thee now.Not of the moon so ...
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