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The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...
This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the ways… where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of… Messengers, with tidings from unkn…
Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue cloa...
My heart, the bird of the wilderne… They are the cradle of the morning… My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in it… Let me but cleave its clouds and s…
Light, my light, the world-filling… the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling,… the light strikes, my darling, the…
Kasinath the new young singer fill… The seven notes dance in his throa… His voice is a sharp sword slicing… It darts like lightening —no knowi… He sets deadly traps for himself,…
To the guests that must go bid Go… Take to your bosom with a smile wh… To-day is the festival of phantoms… Let your laughter be but a meaning… Let your life lightly dance on the…
I only said, “When in the evening… entangled among the beaches of tha… catch it?” But dada laughed at me and said, “… child I have ever known. The moon…
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...
Bless this little heart, this whit… heaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he… mother’s face. He has not learned to despise the…
Where the mind is without fear and… Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broke… domestic walls; Where words come out from the dept…
Lest I should know you too easily… You blind me with flashes of laugh… I know, I know your art. You never say the word you would. Lest I should not prize you, you…
Though the evening comes with slow… Though your companions have gone t… Though fear broods in the dark and… Yet, bird, O my bird, listen to m… That is not the gloom of the leave…
Art thou abroad on this stormy nig… on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair… I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and…
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teemin… I sit on the river bank, sad and a… The sheaves lie gathered, harvest… The river is swollen and fierce in… As we cut the paddy it started to…