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There Are Many Great Men In The World Whom We Know Them Not by Bijay Kant Dubey

There Are Many Great Men In The World Whom We Know Them Not by Bijay Kant Dubey

There are many great men in the world whom we know them notAnd when they pass away, we reget as for not giving flowersWhen alive.Many live simply and pass away simply, run not ...

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My Rustic Love, Where Do You Lie You? by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Rustic Love, Where Do You Lie You? by Bijay Kant Dubey

My rustic beloved, palying in the countryside homes, Into the coutyards of hers, Grazing the cattle, Playing with the lambs, Plucking wild flowersAnd gifting to, Where is she, ...

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Where Lie You Sad & Morose? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where Lie You Sad & Morose? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where lie you sad, morose and broken, Silently wailing, Secretly sharing with the flowers, Mark it, Betraying you, I can never be happy, my love?

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From Modernism To Where, So-Called Modernity To Whither by Bijay Kant Dubey

From Modernism To Where, So-Called Modernity To Whither by Bijay Kant Dubey

The journey, the onward journey from modernism to modernistic-nessTo post-modernism, Had not been modern or mod, From the villages to the towns and cities, On the road of ...

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How Long Will She Remain A Side-Heroine? by Bijay Kant Dubey

How Long Will She Remain A Side-Heroine? by Bijay Kant Dubey

How long will she remain a side heroine, will go parting as, Let her be a heroine, How long will she go giving her life, Let her be a heroine, As she all the virtues in herWhich ...

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The Tradesman, Herdsmen, O, Those Footmen From Far-Off by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Tradesman, Herdsmen, O, Those Footmen From Far-Off by Bijay Kant Dubey

The sheep grazing in a great number, So many, and the sun setting down, The twilight glowing still, The sheep and lambs grazingAnd the inter-provincial nomadic herdsman, ...

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Mr. Loafer As The Grandfather Telling Tales From Life by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mr. Loafer As The Grandfather Telling Tales From Life by Bijay Kant Dubey

A loafer as a grandfather saying to that he had very, very intelligentWhen as a boy, But the secret only the Almighty knows it and his olden friends, How bogus had he been! A ...

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Where Is Brindaban, I Won’t Let You Go? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where Is Brindaban, I Won’t Let You Go? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Brindaban, where that Brindaban, which search you, Search I, the eternal abode of Krishna, As he swings not under the kadamba tree with Radha as his consort, But in sending you, ...

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Where Will You Find Nature’s Beauty In My Poetry? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where Will You Find Nature’s Beauty In My Poetry? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Had my poems been balsams, it would have been wonderful, Had they been balsams, Had they been poppies, Calendulas.Had my poems been musk roses, dahlias or chrysanthemums, ...

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I See The Modern Girl Saying, Hello, Hullo, Hallo Changing The Tone Of Hers by Bijay Kant Dubey

I See The Modern Girl Saying, Hello, Hullo, Hallo Changing The Tone Of Hers by Bijay Kant Dubey

I see the modern girl Doing, hi-hello, Changing the voice, Hello, hullo, hallow, The same word in so many derivations of speechAnd tone.

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Suppose The Night Is A Beloved And Her Sari Embroidered With The Twinkles Of Stars by Bijay Kant Dubey

Suppose The Night Is A Beloved And Her Sari Embroidered With The Twinkles Of Stars by Bijay Kant Dubey

I am a poet-loverwho can even pluck the stars from the skiesFor the belovedTo stick into the braid of the hairAnd the twinkles embossed upon the sariOf the nightly maiden.

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Barring Daru, Ladki And Goondaism, There’s Nothing In The Bombayan Film Industry by Bijay Kant Dubey

Barring Daru, Ladki And Goondaism, There’s Nothing In The Bombayan Film Industry by Bijay Kant Dubey

A hero Bomabay only talking about girlsAnd barring it nothing therein, The hero and the villain fighting for the girl, The hero often a footpath manAnd the heroine a richman's ...

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Love Under The Starlit Skies/ It’s Love Maddening, But Don’T You Be Mad, Said She As Her Word Of Caution by Bijay Kant Dubey

Love Under The Starlit Skies/ It’s Love Maddening, But Don’T You Be Mad, Said She As Her Word Of Caution by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the starlit skiesI dreaming of my dreamgirlAnd smilingAs if one under addiction.Love under the stralit skies, Love I, love you, Say, do you love me? Yes, I love you, I ...

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I Cannot Call Her A Bad Woman by Bijay Kant Dubey

I Cannot Call Her A Bad Woman by Bijay Kant Dubey

You may call her, but I cannot call her a bad womanAs whom want I to call badMay be good for youAs who knows When will one come to one’s helpWhen all turn their faces away from ...

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His Father Had Not Been An Officer, But Calls He Himself by Bijay Kant Dubey

His Father Had Not Been An Officer, But Calls He Himself by Bijay Kant Dubey

His father had not been an officer, But he is sitting as an officer on chair, Refusing to sit on ground, But he is the same manWho used to sit and read on a matIn the ...

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One Day While Burning The Father by Bijay Kant Dubey

One Day While Burning The Father by Bijay Kant Dubey

One day I had been burning my fatherBy the river, Making him batheAnd change the dhoti and the kurtaOn the river bedYea, one eveningI had been to the hamletTo burn him, One dark ...

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Somewhere by Bijay Kant Dubey

Somewhere by Bijay Kant Dubey

Somewhere the morning breaking with red disc of the sunArising from, reddening and breaking into sunlight, The golden flashing sunJust like a photographer photographing, A ...

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how Long Will The Hero Go Beating The Villain? by Bijay Kant Dubey

how Long Will The Hero Go Beating The Villain? by Bijay Kant Dubey

It appears almost ludicrous to see the hero beating the villain in publicAnd the poor and helpless villain getting a good beatingInto the hands of the hero, Who is an expert of ...

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There Are Many To Say, I Love You Instantly by Bijay Kant Dubey

There Are Many To Say, I Love You Instantly by Bijay Kant Dubey

There are many to say, Even you and meTo say it, I love youBut how many of us Love it the heart, The soul, Say You? Say you, I shall not, But you will, How many of usFor true ...

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Somewhere The Morning by Bijay Kant Dubey

Somewhere The Morning by Bijay Kant Dubey

Somewhere the morning beginning with Hari Om, Hari Om and its repeated vibration, Hari Om, The eyes lie in closed, the mind free from and concentrated and the hands foldedWith ...

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The Girl In The Jeans Pants With A Mobile Heralding The Modern Age by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Girl In The Jeans Pants With A Mobile Heralding The Modern Age by Bijay Kant Dubey

The girl in the jeans pants and the T-shirt and the mobile into the handsSpeaking to someone smilingly, Who is this girl, Looking so cute and remarkably beautiful? Has the ...

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O, Where Do You Lie In, Playing The Been, In Which Deep Forest? by Bijay Kant Dubey

O, Where Do You Lie In, Playing The Been, In Which Deep Forest? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where do you lie in playing the been, the wooden been, In which forest of yours, Playing and playing melodiously, Tuning sweetlyThat the cobras coming and dancing at the tune of ...

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Trebetherick by John Betjeman

Trebetherick by John Betjeman

We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes drift In trembling sponges on the ledge Below us, till the wind would lift ...

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Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion by William Wordsworth

Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion by William Wordsworth

I MET Louisa in the shade,And, having seen that lovely Maid,Why should I fear to sayThat, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,And down the rocks can leap alongLike rivulets in ...

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Ah! Where Is Palafox? Nor Tongue Nor Pen by William Wordsworth

Ah! Where Is Palafox? Nor Tongue Nor Pen by William Wordsworth

AH! where is Palafox? Nor tongue no penReports of him, his dwelling or his grave!Does yet the unheard-of vessel ride the wave?Or is she swallowed up, remote from kenOf pitying ...

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For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood On St. Herbert’s Island, Derwentwater. by William Wordsworth

For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood On St. Herbert’s Island, Derwentwater. by William Wordsworth

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love Make the heart sink, then wilt thou ...

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There Was A Boy by William Wordsworth

There Was A Boy by William Wordsworth

There was a Boy, ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander!--many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or ...

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There Is An Eminence,–Of These Our Hills by William Wordsworth

There Is An Eminence,–Of These Our Hills by William Wordsworth

There is an Eminence,--of these our hills The last that parleys with the setting sun, We can behold it from our orchard-seat, And, when at evening we pursue out walk Along the ...

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Anecdote For Fathers by William Wordsworth

Anecdote For Fathers by William Wordsworth

I HAVE a boy of five years old,His face is fair and fresh to see,His limbs are cast in beautyÕs moldAnd dearly he loves me.One morn we strolled on our dry walk,Or quiet home all ...

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The Childless Father by William Wordsworth

The Childless Father by William Wordsworth

'Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away! Not a soul in the village this morning will stay, The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds, And Skiddaw is glad with the cry ...

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The Brothers by William Wordsworth

The Brothers by William Wordsworth

'These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live A profitable life: some glance along, Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air, And they were butterflies to wheel about Long ...

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Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise by William Wordsworth

Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise by William Wordsworth

HERE pause: the poet claims at least this praise,That virtuous Liberty hath been the scopeOf his pure song, which did not shrink from hopeIn the worst moment of these evil ...

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How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks by William Wordsworth

How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks by William Wordsworth

HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocksThe wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!An old place, full of many a lovely brood,Tall trees, green arbours, and ground-flowers in ...

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There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear by William Wordsworth

There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear by William Wordsworth

THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bearThan his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall:'Tis his who walks about in the open air,One ...

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The Mother’s Return by William Wordsworth

The Mother’s Return by William Wordsworth

A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is pastSince your dear Mother went away,---And she tomorrow will return,Tomorrow is the happy day.O blessed tidings! thought of joy!The eldest heard ...

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Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson’s Ossian by William Wordsworth

Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson’s Ossian by William Wordsworth

OFT have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,Fragments of far-off melodies,With ear not coveting the whole,A part so charmed the pensive soul.While a dark storm before my sightWas ...

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The Sailor’s Mother by William Wordsworth

The Sailor’s Mother by William Wordsworth

ONE morning (raw it was and wet---A foggy day in winter time)A Woman on the road I met,Not old, though something past her prime:Majestic in her person, tall and straight,And ...

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The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade by William Wordsworth

The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade by William Wordsworth

The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade,The sweetest notes must terminate and die,O Friend! thy flute has breathed a harmonySoftly resounded through this rocky glade,Such ...

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Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer by William Wordsworth

Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer by William Wordsworth

Is there a power that can sustain and cheerThe captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,Forced to descend into his destined tomb--A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,And ...

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The Emigrant Mother by William Wordsworth

The Emigrant Mother by William Wordsworth

ONCE in a lonely hamlet I sojournedIn which a Lady driven from France did dwell,The big and lesser griefs with which she mourned,In friendship she to me would often tell.This ...

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Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth

Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth

WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,Festively she puts forth in trim array,Is she for tropic suns, or polar snow?What boots ...

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The Cottager To Her Infant by William Wordsworth

The Cottager To Her Infant by William Wordsworth

THE days are cold, the nights are long,The north-wind sings a doleful song,Then hush again upon my breast,All merry things are now at rest,Save thee, my pretty Love!The kitten ...

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The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said by William Wordsworth

The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said by William Wordsworth

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright! Forthwith, that little cloud, in ether spread And penetrated all with tender light, ...

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The Idle Shepherd Boys by William Wordsworth

The Idle Shepherd Boys by William Wordsworth

The valley rings with mirth and joy,Among the hills the echoes playA never never ending song,To welcome in the May.The magpie chatters with delight,The mountain raven's ...

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To—- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn by William Wordsworth

To—- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn by William Wordsworth

INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazedFrom the watch-towers of Helvellyn,Awed, delighted, and amazed!Potent was the spell that bound theeNot unwilling to ...

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Her Muffe by Richard Lovelace

Her Muffe by Richard Lovelace

I.Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive,Thou didst thy polish'd hands in shagg'd furs weave,It were no blessing thus obtain'd,Thou rather would'st a curse have gain'd,Then ...

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A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[nne] L[ovelace] by Richard Lovelace

A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[nne] L[ovelace] by Richard Lovelace

I.This Queen of Prey (now prey to you),Fast to that pirch of ivoryIn silver chaines and silken clue,Hath now made full thy victory:II.The swelling admirall of the dreadCold ...

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To Aramantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair by Richard Lovelace

To Aramantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair by Richard Lovelace

I.Amarantha sweet and faire, Ah brade no more that shining haire! As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee, let it flye.II.Let it flye as unconfin'd As it's calme ...

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Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair by Richard Lovelace

Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair by Richard Lovelace

Amarantha sweet and fairAh braid no more that shining hair!As my curious hand or eyeHovering round thee let it fly.Let it fly as unconfin'dAs its calm ravisher, the wind,Who ...

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On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher. The Wild Goose Chase by Richard Lovelace

On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher. The Wild Goose Chase by Richard Lovelace

I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,Not half those souls are lightned by this ...

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