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 ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Muse, who art quick to fireAt the least noble thing,And frankest praise to bringUpon the quivering lyre,Why art thou slow ...
A hundred years! The very phraseUnsepultures the million'd dead;Three generations in that space,Ghosts of the past, have breathed and fled.Time ...
Raymond.earest, that sit'st in dreams, Through the window look, this way.How changed and desolate seemsThe world, Ida, to-day!Heavy and low the ...
O painter bold and true, lord of every flying hue,Whose immortal hand all lovely things implore,Now to thy glory set, ...
April deliciousYoung, sunny maiden,Arch, gusty, capricious,With fresh flowers laden,After dead winter longThrill us with sweet bird-song,After dry March's drought,Blow from ...
Now lonely is the wood:No flower now lingers, none!The virgin sisterhoodOf roses, all are gone;Now Autumn sheds her latest leaf;And ...
By thy wave I linger,Silent stream!Autumn's golden fingerPaints thy dream.From the beeches fallingDown thy face,Summer, past recalling,Drifts apace.Only mists rise ...
Of all shy visitants, I loveThat darling butterfly,Whose wings are to the cornfield's waveA hovering reply,Yellow as dancing wheat-ears ripeHe ...
IOak, whose mossed antiquity stands leafily ashiver,Oldest oracles, each dawn, in earth's ear to deliver,Prom your whispering world of leaves, ...
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 ...
"She is here! "to my wild heart I murmurI repeat, "It is she, it is she!"But my wild heart, growing ...
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 ...
Lord of the lovely pageant,Maker of night and day,Is this a theme for glory,To give and take away?I am no ...
In the bliss, they say, of the love that laves the skies andocean and earth,All things hasten to lose, they ...
How did I lose you, sweet?I hardly know.Roughly the storm did beat,Wild winds did blow.I with my loving armFolded you ...
It cannot beRose, violet, lily,Their crushed life should retain,Flowers that recall thy sweetness be ensouled,And thou distil to nothing, thou ...
At the window I lean,And my heart is a mist.Tis a whispering scene,Where all was whist!Whist and still was the ...
Baby dear! and shall we sever?All your ownMother is, and yours alone.Father goes; he cares not, he;Comes and now from ...
I sit by the hearthfire lonely,The vacant armchair by,And think of the sweet days onlyWhen she who is gone was ...
Sorrow, heavenly sorrow!Wake thou in my breast.It is to rouse thee with the cold grey morrow,Melancholy, as thou springst in ...
Virgin darkness, wet and deep,Where dwells but April, dwells but sleep,What presence clear,Like a beam has entered here?What loved footsteps, ...
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