Lord, what a Beloved is mine! (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems)
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from ...
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his ...
I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breaths his native ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
Now it's over, and now it's done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -- ...
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine; Refresh your recollection, And sit a moment, to define His means of self-protection. How truly ...
When I consider, pro and con, What things my love is built upon -- A curly mouth; a sinewed wrist; ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Too volatile, am I?too voluble?too much a word-person? I blame the soup:I'm a primordially stirred person. Two pronouns and a ...
I pause midway in the in the whirl, Of deadlines, things undone, And average the sadness and joys - There ...
Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light The Nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the Summer-night, Her matchless ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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