Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Sorry Hostess
She said she was sorry the weather was badThe night that she asked us to dine;And she really appeared inexpressibly sadBecause she had hoped 'twould..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Leader Of The Gang
Seems only just a year ago that he was toddling round the placeIn pretty little colored suits and with a pink and shining face.I used to hold him in..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Send Her A Valentine
Send her a valentine to sayYou love her in the same old way.Just drop the long familiar waysAnd live again the old-time daysWhen love was new and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The March Of Mortality
Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tearsUp from the haunts of men to the place..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Home And The Baby
Home was never home before,Till the baby came.Love no golden jewels wore,Till the baby came.There was joy, but now it seemsDreams were not the rosy..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Back Home
GLAD to be back home again,Where abide the friendly men;Glad to see the same old scenesAnd the little house that meansAll the joys the soul has..
© Edgar Albert Guest
No Better Land Than This
If I knew a better country in this glorious world todayWhere a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,If the Briton or the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
No Room For Hate
We have room for the man with an honest dream,With his heart on fire and his eyes agleam;We have room for the man with a purpose true,Who comes to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Gift of India
"Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?Lo ! I have flung to the East and the WestPriceless treasures..
© Sarojini Naidu
To Youth
O YOUTH, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone?Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;Together drunk of many an alien dawn,And plucked the fruit..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Snake Charmer
WHITHER dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,Where the clustering keovas guard the squirrel's..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil,The roses turn with envy pale,And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,Send forth their fragrance like a..
© Sarojini Naidu
To The God Of Pain
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane,Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,My tired breast girt with..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Coromandel Fishers
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all..
© Sarojini Naidu
To My Fairy Fancies
NAY, no longer I may hold you,In my spirit's soft caresses,Nor like lotus-leaves enfold youIn the tangles of my tresses.Fairy fancies, fly awayTo the..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Soul's Prayer
In childhood's pride I said to Thee:'O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath,Speak, Master, and reveal to meThine inmost laws of life and death.'Give me..
© Sarojini Naidu
To My Children
Jaya SuryaGOLDEN sun of victory, bornIn my life's unclouded morn,In my lambent sky of love,May your growing glory proveSacred to your consecration,To..
© Sarojini Naidu
To India
O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years!Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom,And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,Beget new..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Illusion Of Love
Beloved, you may be as all men sayOnly a transient sparkOf flickering flame set in loam of clay –I care not …since you kindle all my darkWith the..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Pardah Nashin
HER life is a revolving dreamOf languid and sequestered ease;Her girdles and her fillets gleamLike changing fires on sunset seas;Her raiment is like..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Royal Tombs Of Golconda
I MUSE among these silent fanesWhose spacious darkness guards your dust;Around me sleep the hoary plainsThat hold your ancient wars in trust.I pause..
© Sarojini Naidu
To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne,With praying eyes and hands elate,What mystic rapture dost thou own,Immutable and ultimate?What peace, unravished of..
© Sarojini Naidu
Ode To H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive,This lyric offering to your name,Who round your jewelled scepter bindThe lilies of a poet's fame;Beneath whose..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Poet To Death
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot dieWhile yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughsWhere dhadikulas..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Poet's Love-Song
In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bindThe world to my desire, and hold the windA voiceless..
© Sarojini Naidu