Poems · 674 pieces
दिल
raaja raamm tu aisa nirbhav taran taaran raamm raaya jab ham hote tab tum naahi ab tum hahu ham naahi ab ham tum ek bhaye hahi ekai dekhti man patiyaahi jab budhi hoti tab bal kaisa ab budhi bal na khataai
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in the shadows
ami piyaavat maan bin, rahiman mohin na suhaai prem sahit maribo bhalo, jo bish dei bulaai
kari phulel kau aachman meethau kahat saraahi re gandhi mati-andh tun antar dikhaavat kaahi
IN hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place Till I renounce all sense, all shame, all grace-- That seat,--like seats, the bane of Freedom's realm, But dear to those presiding at the helm--
'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling, One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,-- Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling, Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling,
MY lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend’s esteem and praise:
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O! but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Not with a club the heart is broken, Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see it. I've known
Which was Held in the Queens Hotel, Perth, on the Evening of 5th September 1894 'Twas in the year of 1894, and on the 5th of September, Which for a long time I will remember, And the gentlemen I entertained in the city of Perth,
'TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold, Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow; Nor cheek of blushing rose, nor breast of snow, The varying passions of the heart could hold:
The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead.
This is a spray the bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, Fit for her nest and her treasure.
I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete.
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,--- Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty--the unhidden heart--
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me.
To Humor You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? There was a time you told me that you would; But now again you will the same deny,
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress.
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young hearts, when they feel the soft light of her eye, Obey the mute call, and heave into motion.
I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great light --
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay But here awhile, to languish and decay; Like to these garden glories, which here be The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee:
I WAS not apprenticed nor ever dwelt in famous Lincolnshire; I've served one master ill and well much more than seven year;
