A kindly warmth diffusing, Youthful fires
Gild his dim Eyes, and paint with ruddy hue
His Wrizzled Visage, ghastly...
English Poetry
Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry!
It is,—it is my husband's voice!
Oh hasten, to his succour fly,
No more...
To Sir Jagadish Chandra Bose. Young image of what old Rishi of Ind Art thou, O Arya...
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best...
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim...
The rose is red, The violet’s blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and...
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve’s like...