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ENGLISH SMS

2013-05-15T18:44:00.004+05:00

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

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ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:43:00.002+05:00

Marriage Morning

Light, so low upon earth,

You send a flash to the sun.

Here is the golden close of love,

All my wooing is done.

Oh, the woods and the meadows,

Woods where we hid from the wet,

Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,

Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale

You flash and lighten afar,

For this is the golden morning of love,

And you are his morning start.

Flash, I am coming, I come,

By meadow and stile and wood,

Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,

Into my heart and my blood!

Heart, are you great enough

For a love that never tires?

O' heart, are you great enough for love?

I have heard of thorns and briers,

Over the meadow and stiles,

Over the world to the end of it

Flash for a million miles.

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:39:00.001+05:00

Ode to Memory

I.
THOU who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.

II.
Come not as thou camest of late,
Flinging the gloom of yesternight
On the white day, but robed in soften’d light
Of orient state.
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,
Even as a maid, whose stately brow
The dew-impearled winds of dawn have kiss’d,
When she, as thou,
Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight
Of overflowing blooms, and earliest shoots
Of orient green, giving safe pledge of fruits,
Which in wintertide shall star
The black earth with brilliance rare.

III.
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,
And with the evening cloud,
Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast;
Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind
Never grow sere,
When rooted in the garden of the mind,
Because they are the earliest of the year.
Nor was the night thy shroud.
In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest
Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope.
The eddying of her garments caught from thee
The light of thy great presence; and the cope
Of the half-attain’d futurity,
Tho’ deep not fathomless,
Was cloven with the million stars which tremble
O’er the deep mind of dauntless infancy.
Small thought was there of life’s distress;
For sure she deem’d no mist of earth could dull
Those spirit-thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful;
Sure she was nigher to heaven’s spheres,
Listening the lordly music flowing from
The illimitable years.
O strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.

IV.
Come forth, I charge thee, arise,
Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes!
Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines
Unto mine inner eye,
Divinest Memory!
Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall
Which ever sounds and shines
A pillar of white light upon the wall
Of purple cliffs, aloof descried:
Come from the woods that belt the gray hillside,
The seven elms, the poplars four
That stand beside my father’s door,
And chiefly from the brook that loves
To purl o’er matted cress and ribbed sand,
Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves,
Drawing into his narrow earthen urn,
In every elbow and turn,
The filter’d tribute of the rough woodland;
O! hither lead thy feet!
Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat
Of the thick-fleeced sheep from wattled folds,
Upon the ridged wolds,
When the first matin-song hath waken’d loud
Over the dark dewy earth forlorn,
What time the amber morn
Forth gushes from beneath a low-hung cloud.

V.
Large dowries doth the raptured eye
To the young spirit present
When first she is wed,
And like a bride of old,
In triumph led,
With music and sweet showers
Of festal flowers,
Unto the dwelling she must sway.
Well hast thou done, great artist Memory.
In setting round thy first experiment
With royal framework of wrought gold;
Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay,
And foremost in thy various gallery
Place it, where sweetest sunlight falls
Upon the storied walls;
For the discovery
And newness of thine art so pleased thee,
That all which thou hast drawn of fairest
Or boldest since but lightly weighs
With thee unto the love thou bearest
The first-born of thy genius. Artist-like,
Ever retiring thou dost gaze
On the prime labor of thine early days,
No matter what the sketch might be:
Whether the high field on the bushless pike,
Or even a sand-built ridge
Of heaped hills that mound the sea,
Overblown with murmurs harsh,
Or even a lowly cottage whence we see
Stretch’d wide and wild the waste enormous marsh,
Where from the frequent bridge,
Like emblems of infinity,
The trenched waters run from sky to sky;
Or a garden bower’d close
With plaited alleys of the trailing rose,
Long alleys falling down to twilight grots,
Or opening upon level plots
Of crowned lilies, standing near
Purple-spiked lavender:
Whither in after life retired
From brawling storms,
From weary wind,
With youthful fancy re-inspired,
We may hold converse with all forms
Of the many-sided mind,
And those whom passion hath not blinded,
Subtle-thoughted, myriad-minded.
My friend, with you to live alone
Were how much better than to own
A crown, a sceptre, and a throne!

O strengthen me, englighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:36:00.002+05:00

Early Spring

Once more the Heavenly Power

Makes all things new,

And domes the red-plowed hills

With loving blue;

The blackbirds have their wills,

The throstles too.

Opens a door in Heaven;

From skies of glass

A Jacob's ladder falls

On greening grass,

And o'er the mountain-walls

Young angels pass.

Before them fleets the shower,

And burst the buds,

And shine the level lands,

And flash the floods;

The stars are from their hands

Flung through the woods,

The woods with living airs

How softly fanned,

Light airs from where the deep,

All down the sand,

Is breathing in his sleep,

Heard by the land.

O, follow, leaping blood,

The season's lure!

O heart, look down and up,

Serene, secure,

Warm as the crocus cup,

Like snow-drops, pure!

Past, Future glimpse and fade

Through some slight spell,

A gleam from yonder vale,

Some far blue fell;

And sympathies, how frail,

In sound and smell!

Till at thy chuckled note,

Thou twinkling bird,

The fairy fancies range,

And, lightly stirred,

Ring little bells of change

From word to word.

For now the Heavenly Power

Makes all things new,

And thaws the cold, and fills

The flower with dew;

The blackbirds have their wills,

The poets too.

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:34:00.002+05:00

Dedication

Dedication
These to His Memory—since he held them dear,
Perchance as finding there unconsciously
Some image of himself—I dedicate,
I dedicate, I consecrate with tears—
These Idylls.

And indeed He seems to me
Scarce other than my king's ideal knight,
`Who reverenced his conscience as his king;
Whose glory was, redressing human wrong;
Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it;
Who loved one only and who clave to her—'
Her—over all whose realms to their last isle,
Commingled with the gloom of imminent war,
The shadow of His loss drew like eclipse,
Darkening the world. We have lost him: he is gone:
We know him now: all narrow jealousies
Are silent; and we see him as he moved,
How modest, kindly, all-accomplished, wise,
With what sublime repression of himself,
And in what limits, and how tenderly;
Not swaying to this faction or to that;
Not making his high place the lawless perch
Of winged ambitions, nor a vantage-ground
For pleasure; but through all this tract of years
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life,
Before a thousand peering littlenesses,
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne,
And blackens every blot: for where is he,
Who dares foreshadow for an only son
A lovelier life, a more unstained, than his?
Or how should England dreaming of HIS sons
Hope more for these than some inheritance
Of such a life, a heart, a mind as thine,
Thou noble Father of her Kings to be,
Laborious for her people and her poor—
Voice in the rich dawn of an ampler day—
Far-sighted summoner of War and Waste
To fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace—
Sweet nature gilded by the gracious gleam
Of letters, dear to Science, dear to Art,
Dear to thy land and ours, a Prince indeed,
Beyond all titles, and a household name,
Hereafter, through all times, Albert the Good.

Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure;
Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure,
Remembering all the beauty of that star
Which shone so close beside Thee that ye made
One light together, but has past and leaves
The Crown a lonely splendour.

May all love,
His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadow Thee,
The love of all Thy sons encompass Thee,
The love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee,
The love of all Thy people comfort Thee,
Till God's love set Thee at his side again!

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:32:00.003+05:00

The Flower

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

ENGLISG POEMS

2013-05-15T18:31:00.000+05:00

Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,— cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,—
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
>From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
to whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me,—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads,— you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,—
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:28:00.002+05:00

A Farewell

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:26:00.002+05:00

Ask Me No More

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;

The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,

With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;

But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?

Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?

I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:

Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!

Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;

Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:

I strove against the stream and all in vain:

Let the great river take me to the main:

No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;

Ask me no more.

ENGLISH POEMS

2013-05-15T18:24:00.003+05:00

Blow, Bugle, Blow

THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

ISLAMIC SMS

2013-05-14T20:06:00.002+05:00

Bura H0on Bhala Hoon Tera Hi Banda Ho0n . .

YA RAB

Paida H0te Hi Kalma Suna Tha Marte Waqt B Naseeb Karna

!Ameen!

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ISLAMIC SMS

2013-05-14T20:05:00.003+05:00

ISLAMIC SMS

Bura H0on Bhala Hoon Tera Hi Banda Ho0n . .

YA RAB

Paida H0te Hi Kalma Suna Tha Marte Waqt B Naseeb Karna

!Ameen!

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ISLAMIC SMS

2013-05-14T20:04:00.002+05:00

ISLAMIC SMS

” Lot of Things Go Unquestioned..
&
A Lot of Questions Go Unanswered.
Few Words Go Unsaid..
&
Few Go Unheard.
Some Dreamz are Born dead..
&
Some are Burried alive.
Thats Life..
Some flowers grow best in the sun,others do well in the shade!
Allah always knows what is best for us. So he puts us where we grow the best.
Feel it.
But Always Hope for the best and Trust The Almighty ALLAH. He is every where and never let any one alone…!!.

islamic sms

2013-05-14T20:03:00.004+05:00

ISLAMIC SMS

Main kitna he taqatwar aur sarkash kyun na hoon.

Lakin har sham zindagi ka ik din kam ho jata hay aur main roak b nahe sakta.

Lakin WO ALLAH mujhe nai subah day kr phir mohlat day datay hain, shayd MARA banda toba kr lay aur MAIN isay baksh doon…

Subhan ALLAH…!

islamic sms

2013-05-14T20:03:00.001+05:00

ISLAMIC SMS

Islam Is Not About We Are Better Than You.
…
Islam Is All About ”Let Me Show
You Something That Is Better For
You….”

islamic sms

2013-05-14T20:02:00.003+05:00

Islamic Sms

Important Msg for All:

-Jis ghar k darwaazay rishtedaroN k liye bund raheiN

-Jis ghar meiN Azaan k waqt jhaaRu dia jaye

-Jis ghar meiN MakRi k jaalay lagay hoN

-Jis ghar meiN raat dair tak jaagnay aur subah dair se uThney ka riwaaj ho jaye

To,
WahaN Rizq ki tangi aur
be-barkati ko koi nahiN rok sakta

islamic sms

2013-05-14T20:01:00.002+05:00

islamic sms

The “success” which we always search for, calls us everyday -”5 times” !!!

“Share” if you understand!

islamic sms

2013-05-14T20:00:00.002+05:00

Only Trust On Allah

Every Person in Needy time use you for their own purpose, But When U ask those in your needy time, only u get Excuses and Disappointments,so, only trust & ask ALLAH who gives u all whether U ask or Not !!!

islamic sms

2013-05-14T19:59:00.001+05:00

Juma Mubarik

“ZAMZAM” Jesa Koi Pani Nahi.

“NAMAZ” Jesi Koi Ebadat Nahi.

“HAJJ” Jesi Koi Ziyarat Nahi.

“ISLAM” Jesa Koi Mazhab Nahi.

“QURAN” Jesi Koi Kitab Nahi.

“MADINE” Jesa Koi Sheher Nahi.

“KALME” Jesi Koi Dolat Nahi.

“DURUD PAK”Jesa Koi Khazana Nahi.

Aur

“JUMMA” Jesa Koi Din Nahi.

Romantic

2013-05-11T21:41:00.003+05:00

hum har kse ko apna banayah nai karty u kise kah liya muskurayah nai karty jin ko kah daty hain hum apna hum un ko bholayah nai karty:):*)

Romantic

2013-05-11T21:41:00.001+05:00

HAR BAAT PAY BIGARTAY REHTAY HO BAY CHAIN HAMESHA REHTAY HO YEH SAB NISHANI ISHQ KI HAI, KIYA ISHQ KISI SAY KERTAY HO? RATOON KO JAGTAY REHTAY HO AUR SITAARY BHI TUM GINTAY HO, YEH SAB NISHANI ISHQ KI HAI, KIYA ISHQ KISI SAY KERTAY HO? ZIKR JO MERA CHALTA HAI CHEHRAY KA RANG BADALTA HAI , BAY CHAIN SAY TUM HO JATAY HO, KIYA ISHQ MUJH HI SAY KERTAY HO?

Romantic

2013-05-11T21:40:00.007+05:00

Hamara ye tum ko salaam aakhri hai Suno aj tum se kalaam aakhri hai Agar ho sake to bhula dena hum ko Yehi ek chhota sa kaam aakhri hai Abhi aarzuon k sehra pyase hain Magar aansuon ka ye jaam aakhri hai Teri bewafaye ka shikwa aakhri hai Yehi to wafaon ka inaam aakhri hai Mariz-e-mohabbat ki aye chaara sazo Tumhare shehar me ye shaam aakhri hai Zara dair thehro qazaa k farishto Labon pe hamara payaam aakhri hai Koi mil sake ga na Hasrat k jesa Teri adaon ka ye ghulam aakhri hai

Romantic

2013-05-11T21:40:00.005+05:00

Gulon ke beech tera chehra bada suhaana lagey Chaandni raath mein chaand bhi ab puraana lagey Shabnum bani sharaab teri must nigaahi ka hai asar Husn tera hamein maikadey se judaa na lagey Ghar baith ke peeney lagey jo hum teri nigaahon se Soona soona zamaaney ka har maikhana lagey Bijliyon se thi nafrat inhein aadtah aashiyaan jalaney ki woh hans ke bijliyaan dil pe giraayein bhi to buraa na lagey leliye ghum inkey tamaam hamein jo azeez they ki aabaad sada ghumon se dil ka khazaana la

2013-05-11T21:40:00.003+05:00

Feelings are many but words are few, clouds are dark but sky is blue; Luv is a paper, life is glue, every thing is false, only My Luv is TRUE

Romantic

2013-05-11T21:40:00.001+05:00

Farq sirf itna sa hai, US ki doli uthi meri maiyat uthi, phool US per bhi they, phool mujh per bhi they, mehfil wahan bhi thi , log yahan bhi the, Un ka hansna wahan, in ka rona yahan, sahelian us ki bhi thin, dost mere bhi they, Do qul US k perhey, do qul mere perhey, Qazi udher bhi tha, moulvi idher bhi tha, WOH saj k gaya, mujhe sajaya gaya, WOH uth k gaya, mujhe uthaya gaya, Farq sirf itna sa hai usey APNAYA gaya, mujhe DAFNAYA gaya