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Sarojini Naidu's Poetry, by title

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  • Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
    Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
    21 lines, 2 comments
  • (Parvati at her lattice)
    O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine
    42 lines, 3 comments
  • Like this alabaster box whose art
    Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
    10 lines, 8 comments
  • He
    Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
    39 lines, 17 comments
  • Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
       The sunset hangs on a cloud;
    10 lines, 6 comments
  • O little mouse, why dost thou cry
    While merry stars laugh in the sky?
    27 lines
  • From groves of spice,
    O'er fields of rice,
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate
    My liege, my lover, whose imperial head
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
    Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
    Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
    35 lines
  • You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
    Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.
    10 lines
  • A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
    Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
    16 lines
  • Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
    And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
    22 lines, 4 comments
  • What do you sell O ye merchants ?
    Richly your wares are displayed.
    33 lines
  • But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
    Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
    0 lines, 5 comments
  • Eyes  ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
    Drink deep of the hush of the hyac
    15 lines, 3 comments
  • LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,
    Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!
    14 lines
  • WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
    Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
    And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • And thirst with passionate longing for the things
    That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
    Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago
    12 lines
  • SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
    Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
    This lyric offering to your name,
    44 lines
  • Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
     She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
    13 lines, 6 comments
  • The new hath come and now the old retires:
    And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
    13 lines
  • ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
    Lone in the light of a magical wood,
    15 lines, 4 comments
  • WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
    Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
    Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
    12 lines
  • Bangle sellers are we who bear
    Our shining loads to the temple fair...
    26 lines
  • 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
    13 lines, 5 comments
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