To A Lock Of Hair – Sir Walter Scott

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
As in that well – remember’d night
When first thy mystic braid was wove,
And first my Agnes whisper’d love.

Since then how often hast thou prest
The torrid zone of this wild breast,
Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwell
With the first sin that peopled hell;
A breast whose blood’s a troubled ocean,
Each throb the earthquake’s wild commotion!
O if such clime thou canst endure
Yet keep thy hue unstain’d and pure,
What conquest o’er each erring thought
Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!
I had not wander’d far and wide
With such an angel for my guide;
Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me
If she had lived and lived to love me.

Not then this world’s wild joys had been
To me one savage hunting scene,
My sole delight the headlong race
And frantic hurry of the chase;
To start, pursue, and bring to bay,
Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,
Then – from the carcass turn away!
Mine ireful mood had sweetness tamed,
And soothed each wound which pride inflamed: –
Yes, God and man might now approve me
If thou hadst lived and lived to love me!

Poem – Broken Love

William  Blake  28 Nov 1757 – 12 Aug 1827  London

William Blake
28 Nov 1757 – 12 Aug 1827 London


MY Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.

‘A fathomless and boundless deep,
There we wander, there we weep;
On the hungry craving wind
My Spectre follows thee behind.

‘He scents thy footsteps in the snow
Wheresoever thou dost go,
Thro’ the wintry hail and rain.
When wilt thou return again?

’Dost thou not in pride and scorn
Fill with tempests all my morn,
And with jealousies and fears
Fill my pleasant nights with tears?

‘Seven of my sweet loves thy knife
Has bereavèd of their life.
Their marble tombs I built with tears,
And with cold and shuddering fears.

‘Seven more loves weep night and day
Round the tombs where my loves lay,
And seven more loves attend each night
Around my couch with torches bright.

‘And seven more loves in my bed
Crown with wine my mournful head,
Pitying and forgiving all
Thy transgressions great and small.

‘When wilt thou return and view
My loves, and them to life renew?
When wilt thou return and live?
When wilt thou pity as I forgive?’

‘O’er my sins thou sit and moan:
Hast thou no sins of thy own?
O’er my sins thou sit and weep,
And lull thy own sins fast asleep.

‘What transgressions I commit
Are for thy transgressions fit.
They thy harlots, thou their slave;
And my bed becomes their grave.

‘Never, never, I return:
Still for victory I burn.
Living, thee alone I’ll have;
And when dead I’ll be thy grave.

‘Thro’ the Heaven and Earth and Hell
Thou shalt never, quell:
I will fly and thou pursue:
Night and morn the flight renew.’

‘Poor, pale, pitiable form
That I follow in a storm;
Iron tears and groans of lead
Bind around my aching head.

‘Till I turn from Female love
And root up the Infernal Grove,
I shall never worthy be
To step into Eternity.

‘And, to end thy cruel mocks,
Annihilate thee on the rocks,
And another form create
To be subservient to my fate.

‘Let us agree to give up love,
And root up the Infernal Grove;
Then shall we return and see
The worlds of happy Eternity.

‘And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.
As our dear Redeemer said:
“This the Wine, and this the Bread.”’

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings – Maya Angelou

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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

English Poem – Please Forever Keep On Smiling – Rohit Sapra

When I was lost you showed me the way
You showed me the way, towards something known as hope.
Whenever I cried, you made me smile so much
How can I ever thank you enough?
Not even thanks can make up for it
As you became the guiding angel of my life
Showed me just the exact way, so I do not get lost again and again
How can I ever say thanks to you?
You made me smile, when I cried so much
Almost, ended up ripping my soul apart
You stitched my soul back together
To make it as whole
You showed me the path towards heaven, by saving this suffering soul
You showed me the right path and saved me from sinking into death
You are the guiding angel, please forever keep on smiling.

English Poem – To Be A Woman – Hafiz Qasim

What is it to be a woman
Flashy light is to be a woman
Dandy gloss is to be a woman
Night and day is to be woman
Ripened fruit is to be a woman
Fairy tale is to be woman
Jasmine scent is to be woman
Rubicund mystique is to be woman
Orchid grain is to be a woman
Fleeting glance is to be a woman
Smiling feat is to be a woman
Hide and seek is to be a woman
Echoing green is to be a woman
Dandy dame is to be a woman
Rose and fig is to be a woman
Life and death is to be a woman
Bliss and grist is to be a woman
Glistening glide is to be a woman
Prettiest pearl is to be a woman
Life and blood is to be a woman
Sunniest scent is to be a woman
Handsome dream is to be a woman
Molded clay is to be a woman
What is it to be a woman
Liking lily is to be a woman
Pulpy fruit is to be a woman
All the crest is to be a woman
Dawn and dusk is to be a woman
Adam’s nurse is to be a woman
Hall of fame is to be a woman
Pushy aim is to be a woman
Comely face is to be a woman
Leave me not is to be a woman
Rising storm is to be a woman
Searching-soul is to be a woman
Materfamilias is to be a woman
Reverend mother is to be a woman
Nation’s fate is to be a woman
Tranquil vale is to be a woman
What is it to be a woman
Smart and hit is to be a woman
All the hit is to be a woman
Rising storm is to be a woman
Healing plant is to be a woman
Norm and form is to be a woman
Foam and fume is to be a woman
Tug of war is to be a woman
House and hold is to be a woman
Nicely told is to be a woman
Horse of hope is to be a woman

English Poem – Love – Hafiz Quasim

Love everything and love the love you love

Love is a word an incomparable anticipation
love is a mockery having wings to fly
Love is decorum of truth the legacy of attention
Love is not concocted story or a piece of bun
Love is what you are
what you do the whole nook of function
Let this love never stop in its infinite motion
Love is beauty for eternal one’s and ailment for an alien
Love is sombre of truth and desire nonetheless mitigation
Love is so on and so forth love is being and becoming
Love is genre of onerous charm and sea’s combustion
Love is holistic it is winsome will of norm
Love is bird’s chirping
love a clandestine click of commotion

English Poem – A Winter Nights – Robert Burns

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r,
Far south the lift,
Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi’ snawy wreeths upchoked,
Wild-eddying swirl,
Or thro’ the mining outlet bocked,
Down headlong hurl.

List’ning, the doors an’ winnocks rattle,
I thought me on the ourie cattle,
Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle
O’ winter war,
And thro’ the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle,
Beneath a scar.

Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing!
That, in the merry months o’ spring,
Delighted me to hear thee sing,
What comes o’ thee?
Whare wilt thou cow’r thy chittering wing
An’ close thy e’e?

Ev’n you on murd’ring errands toil’d,
Lone from your savage homes exil’d,
The blood-stain’d roost, and sheep-cote spoil’d
My heart forgets,
While pityless the tempest wild
Sore on you beats.
Robert Burns

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English Poem – True Love – Lucy Vernezze

We’ve been together 60 years now. I know you through and through. It’s kinda like we’re transparent to each other. No one knows me like you do.

You’ll answer all my questions, and i’ll tell you of my fears. We fit perfect like a glove. We always have right through the years.

We’ve been stuck together like glue for most of our lives. Yes we’ve had our ups and downs, and we’ve had our rough times.

But you are like my Bible. Yes you are my survival. I can’t say it any clearer, your my life.

Love from your wife Xxx

When that I was and a little tiny boy – William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, . . .
‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate
For the rain, . . .

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, . . .
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, . . .

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, . . .
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, . . .

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, . . .
But that’s all one, our play is done.
And we’ll strive to please you every day.

William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

English Poem – Be A Friend

Be a friend. You don’t need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who’s unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone’s friend.

Be a friend. You don’t need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who’s bravely trying,
Pity him who’s sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend.

Be a friend. The pay is bigger
(Though not written by a figure)
Than is earned by people clever
In what’s merely self-endeavor.
You’ll have friends instead of neighbors
For the profits of your labors;
You’ll be richer in the end
Than a prince, if you’re a friend.

Edgar Albert Guest

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English Poem – My Love Is Like To Ice

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal’s with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

Edmund Spenser
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English Poem – Cherry Time

Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
Under the moon.
And you’ll be fairies soon.

In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight,
Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
In the moonlight.
And you’ll be fairies quite.

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter.
For the eater
When the dews fall.
And you’ll be fairies all.

Robert Graves

Robert Graves

English Poem – Mad As The Mist And Snow

Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is
Mad as the mist and snow.

Horace there by Homer stands,
Plato stands below,
And here is Tully’s open page.
How many years ago
Were you and I unlettered lads
Mad as the mist and snow?

You ask what makes me sigh, old friend,
What makes me shudder so?
I shudder and I sigh to think
That even Cicero
And many-minded Homer were
Mad as the mist and snow.

William Butler Yeats

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नेपाली कविता – कानुन को बलात्कार ले,बन्दैन यो देस..!

आदर्स र कुनै बाद ले, बन्दैन देश
बम बारुद र छुरा,हातले बन्दैन देश!

जवान जती सबै अब,परदेश लागि सके
बाँकी,बुढा, भुरा हरुले बन्दैन देश!!
हाम्रा भोट बोकी भट्टि छिरि हिड्दै छौ रे
जुवा सुरा सुन्दरी ले बन्दैन देश!!!
तरुनीलाई,बोकी कता हरायौ रे भन्छन.
सिन्दुर् पोते चुरा हरुले, बन्दैन देश!!!!

उध्योग धन्दा कलकारखाना,बन्द भै सके
बन्द हर्ताल चक्काजाम ले बन्दैन यो देस..!!!!
नेपालीहरु आफु आफुमा जुध्न तयार छन् रे
जात भाषाको काटा काट ले बन्दैन यो देस!!!!!
ज्यानमारा हरु सभासद र मन्त्रि भका छन् रे
कानुन को बलात्कार ले,बन्दैन यो देस..!!!!
तेसरी कमरेड झन बन्दैन यो देस…

English Poem – A Night Piece

The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle, yielding light
So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls,
Chequering the ground–from rock, plant, tree, or tower.
At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam
Startles the pensive traveller while he treads
His lonesome path, with unobserving eye
Bent earthwards; he looks up–the clouds are split
Asunder,–and above his head he sees
The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens.
There, in a black-blue vault she sails along,
Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small
And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss
Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away,
Yet vanish not!–the wind is in the tree,
But they are silent;–still they roll along
Immeasurably distant; and the vault,
Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds,
Still deepens its unfathomable depth.
At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
Not undisturbed by the delight it feels,
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm,
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth

English Poem – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening – Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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English Poem – The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert-Frost

English Poem – A New Day, A New Life, A New Beauty – Cassandra Jasmine

Every Year,
Every day,
Every season,
Nature makes room for all to come into the world.

The soft-eyed fawn,
Nestles against her mother’s
Leathery, yet soft hide.
They chase butterflies and birds.
Beautiful, delicate, and dappled with sunlight.

Fillies and colts,
Prance to and fro,
Trying their best to imitate their father.
Yet when they’re grown,
They bloom like flowers.
Beautiful, Courageous, and Strong-Willed.

The wolf pup
Yips and yaps,
Tumbling through the tall, dancing grass,
Sniffing wild flowers.
Young, carefree, and strong.

Jaguars, Cougars, Lions, Tigers
All start as kittens.
They prowl, stalk, and pounce.
Twisting in midair, leaping over hedges,
Romping in the dark.
Quick-witted, sly, and mysterious,
Yet beautiful.

Birds of different colors
Possess different airs of beauty.
The lark’s lyrical song touches many,
The parrot’s beauty takes one’s breathe away,
And even the crow,
Whom could be a nuisance to crops,
Are admired for their intelligence.
Yet they all have one in common:
They were all once small, meek hatch-lings.

Every animal
Is born small, and delicate.
Yet when he’s grown,
The words that describe him are priceless.
“Beautiful, Courageous, Stubborn,
And many a time, loyal.”

A New Day, A New Life, A New Love.

Poems – A Humble Advice – Rekha Mandagere

Look at the glowing golden Sun
Brightens up the world with radiant beam
Never stops his shine even for fun
Ever stands as a leader of the team
Feeling the radiance of his lovely hues
My heart is filled with greater joys
The light rays said in lovely voice
Roads to reach the goals are hard
Never think from it a yard
Life is not a funny game
Every moment is challenge to tame
Wisely choose the future road
Expand your horizon much more broad
But you are my only lovely son
Born to reach the height of the sun
Patience is the key to win
Tolerance will take you far from sin
Always keep the spirits up
Success would surely round you up!