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How can I wait until you come to… The once fleet mornings linger by… Their sunny smiles touched with ma… At my unrest, they seem to pause,… Like truant children, while I sig…
I will paint you a sign, rumseller… And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before. I will paint with the skill of a m…
I called to the wind of the Winte… As he sped like a steed on his way… ‘Oh! rest for awhile on thy journe… And answer these questions, I pra… ’Who is the foe to all virtue,
Veils, everywhere float veils; vei… Framing white faces, oft-times you… But, like a rose touched by untime… Showing the blighting marks of sor… Veils, veils, veils everywhere. T…
BOOK FIRST. ALL valor died not on the plains… Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine t… To sing of deeds as dauntless and… As e’er lent luster to a warrior’s…
Not like a daring, bold, aggressiv… Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, ye… Who gives herself to him who best… Once she may smile, or thrice, thy…
Long have the poets vaunted, in th… Old times, old loves, old friendsh… Why should the old monopolise all… Then let the new claim mine. Give me strong new friends, when t…
Oh! I hear the people calling thr… They are calling, they are crying… It behooves you, men and women, it… For there lurks a note of menace u… Let the land usurpers listen, let…
When I am dead, if some chastened… Seeing the ‘item, ’ or hearing it… That my play is over and my part d… And I lie asleep in my narrow bed… If I could know that some soul wo…
Who is a Christian in this Christ… Of many churches and of lofty spir… Not he who sits in soft upholstere… Bought by the profits of unholy gr… And looks devotion, while he think…
The sweet young Spring walks over… It flushes and glows on moor and l… The birds are singing in careless… The brook flows cheerily on to the… And I know that the flowers are b…
You know that oasis, fresh and fai… In the city desert, as Greeley sq… That bright triangle of scented bl… That lies surrounded by grime and… Right in the breast of the seethin…
The devil to Bacchus said, one da… In a scowling, growling, petulant… As he came from earth to hell: ‘There’s a soul above that I cann… And I’ve struggled long and well;
Only a blunder-a sad mistake; All my own fault and mine alone. The saddest error a heart can make… I was so young, or I would have k… Only his rare, sweet, tender smile…
Now is the time when India is gay With wedding parties; and the radi… Seem like a scattered rainbow taki… In human pleasures. Dressed in br… They fling upon the bride their wr…