The Secret of Death, from the Sanskrit: With Some Collected PoemsTrübner, 1885 - 406 pages |
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Expressions et termes fréquents
Abydos Adonis Aphrodite Beast beauty Bhagbati bliss blood Boötes bosom Brahm breath bright bright eyes bring brother brow cheek cornamuse cried crown Cyprus Cytherea dance dark dead dear death Dehu didst dost doth drink Eurymachus eyes face fair fear feast flower gentle glad gleams God's gold grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Hero holy Hu-ri-jee Ilicet Istria KATHA UPANISHAD king kiss Lady Lahore Leander light Lion lips live Lombardy Lord love's lover Madonna maid Merope Mohtasim Moon Muslim Nachikêtas Neila Nencia Nenciozza never night Northern Belle o'er Pavia pity Queen quoth Rajpoot rose Runjeet Saladin Shadow shine Shureef sigh sing Sisters smile soft song Soorj soul spake spear spirit star sweet sword tears tell tender thee thine thing thou Torel town Twas unto waves wild wind word Yama
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Page 285 - Dumb to the ear and still to the sense, But to heart and to soul distinct, intense ? "See now; I will listen with soul, not ear; What was the secret of dying, dear ? "Was it the infinite wonder of all That you ever could let life's flower fall ? " Or was it a greater marvel to feel The perfect calm o'er the agony steal...
Page 284 - God understands!" And then there was Silence; — and nothing there But the Silence — and scents of eglantere, And jasmine, and roses, and rosemary; For they said, " As a lady should lie, lies she!" And they held their breath as they left the room, With a shudder to glance at its stillness and gloom. But he — who loved her too well to dread The sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead, — He lit his lamp, and took the key, And turn'd it!— Alone again— he and she!
Page 224 - We are they who scorn the scorners, Love the good, but hate None within the world's four corners — All must share one fate. We are they whose common banner Bears no badge or sign, Save the Light which dyes it white, The Hope that makes it shine. We are they whose bugle rings, That all the wars may cease; We are they will pay the kings Their cruel price for peace ; (328) We are they whose steadfast watchword Is what Christ did teach — " Each man for his brother first, And heaven, then, for each.
Page 283 - they said to him ; " come away ; Kiss her and leave her, — thy love is clay ! " They smoothed her tresses of dark brown hair; On her forehead of stone they laid it fair ; Over her eyes...
Page 168 - Then they gave him a khillut and gold, all for his honour and grace and truth; Sent him back to his mountain-hold — Muslim manners have touch of ruth. Sent him back, with dances and drum — wah ! my Rajah Runjeet Dehu ! To Chunda Kour and his Jummoo home — wah ! wah ! futtee ! wah, gooroo ! SONNET TO AMERICA.
Page 287 - The utmost wonder is this, — I hear, And see you, and love you, and kiss you, Dear ; " I can speak, now you listen with soul alone ; If your soul could see, it would all be shewn " What a strange delicious amazement is Death, To be without body and breathe without breath.
Page 285 - Or was it a greater marvel to feel The perfect calm o'er the agony steal? " Was the miracle greater to find how deep Beyond all dreams sank downward that sleep?
Page 69 - Then, with a voice like prison-gates which creak, Roared, " What would'st thou ? " "My King!" "King?" "May I speak?" " Of whom ? " " The Prince." " Is that what makes a King ? " The monk bowed reverence, " Majesty ! I bring A message — wherefore keep this child ? " " For that Whene'er it rains I've some one here to chat.
Page 123 - Call louder, fool ! Mohtasim's ears Are long as Barak's — if he heed — Your prophet's ass ; and when he hears, He'll come upon a spotted steed ! " The Caliph's face was stern and red, He snapped the lid upon the cup ; " Keep this same sherbet, slave," he said, . " Till such time as I drink it up.
Page 193 - DESTINY. THREE roses, wan as moonlight and weighed down Each with its loveliness as with a crown, Drooped in a florist's window in a town. The first a lover bought. It lay at rest, Like flower on flower, that night, on Beauty's breast. The second rose, as virginal and fair, Shrunk in the tangles of a harlot's hair. The third, a widow, with new grief made wild, Shut in the icy palm of her dead child.