The Little Big Man (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I amas old as my father ...
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I amas old as my father ...
The lowliest born of all the land,He wrung from Fate's reluctant handThe gifts which happier boyhood claims;And, tasting on a ...
'Twas Callagan who jerked the thumb-A mute, interrogating thumb- That set the people staringAt Casey's lot arriving late.They had in tow ...
Common as light is love,and its familiar voice wearies not ever.-Shelley.Love knoweth every form of air,and every shape of earth,and ...
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?Did you sing for the flower? For the waterwhose beauty whispered words ...
Next to my office where I edit poems ("Can poems be edited?") there is the Chicago Models club. All day ...
How hushed and still are earth and air,How languid 'neath the sun's fierce ray-Drooping and faint-the flowrets fair,On this hot, ...
It is night, in my study.The deepest solitude; I hear the steadyshudder in my breast—for it feels all alone,and blanched ...
Died at Astoria, New York, April 5th, 1860.Upon his suffering couch he lay, Whose noble form and mindThe stress of fourscore ...
Where the cedar leaf divides the skyI heard the sea.In sapphire arenas of the hillsI was promised an improved infancy.Sulking, ...
Died at Hartford, July 8th, 1862, aged 68.It is not meet the good and just Oblivious pass away,And leave no record ...
"The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground."In the valley, on the mountain,From the swamp, the ...
THERE is a smell of roses in the roomTea-roses, dead of bloom;An invalid, she sits there in the gloom,And contemplates ...
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,lilac, clover-and drift across the threshold,outside reclaiming inside as its home.Warm days whirl in a ...
...Horrid, unwieldly, without form,Savage, as ocean in a storm,Of size prodigious, in the rear,That post of honour, should appearPomposo; fame ...
(H. C.)Where in the unknown way,Sister, now standsThy soul-who yesterdayWith us joined hands?Where lies thy land unseen,O Warden Death?With just ...
The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold, but the Lord trieth the hearts.How shall we stand ...
"OH, blast all books!" I often sez,. . . An' wot I sez I means,Espeshly when the boss hisselfComes round an' gives me ...
"Etenim res creatoe exerto capite observantesexpectant revelationem Filiorum Dei.":"For created things, watching with head erect,await the revelation of the Sons ...
True - there are books and books. There's Gray,For instance, and there's Bacon;There's Longfellow, and Monstrelet,And also Colton's " Lacon,"With ...
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don'tunderstand. He was reading to you all ...
'TIS a tarnished book and old,Edges frayed and covers green!But, between the covers, gold -Gold and jewels in between.And this ...
You heard of that wonder, of the lightning and thunder, Which made the lie so much the louder: Now list to another, ...
And so, Anne Everard, in those leafy JunesLong withered; in those ancient, dark Decembers,Deep in the drift of time, haunted ...
Make haste! There is but one more turning!The horses cannot go too fast,So eagerly our hearts are yearningTo see the ...
"The priests distributed various coloured silken threads to weave for the veil of the sanctuary; and it fell to Mary's ...
Old John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen, So juicy, so mellow, and ...
In Memory of David KubalYour kind of night, David, your kind of night.The dog would eye you as you closed ...
O Father! Thou dost love, Thou canst not hate, It is Thy very nature to be blest In giving all Thy creatures ...
An Epilogue To Any Book"FINIS at last--the end, the End, the END!No more of paragraphs to prune or mend;No more ...
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