Her Triumph

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes, all hearts do duty
Unto her beauty;
And enamour'd, do wish, so they might
But enjoy such a sight,
That they still were to run by her side,
Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.

Do but look on her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world compriseth!
Do but look on her hair, it is bright
As Love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
Than words that soothe her;
And from her arched brows, such a grace
Sheds itself through the face
As alone there triumphs to the life
All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife.

Have you seen but a bright lily grow,
Before rude hands have touch'd it?
Ha' you mark'd but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
Ha' you felt the wool o' the beaver?
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the briar?
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so sweet is she!

-Ben Jonson

Other poetry

Formula Kisi Dusri Pe Try Kar Skta Hu

 

Tujhe pane ke liye kuchh bhi kar sakta hu,

Tere pyar mein jee aur mar sakt

Quite possibly

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affecti

A Cow And A Rooster Went Dancing

A cow and a rooster went dancing

One night by the light of the moon.

They'd arran

humara bachpan

Wo bachapan achha tha

Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the

Ye college ki eng

Missing Those Days

KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

Another Chance To Say Sorry

Sorry

It is a word

It has no substance

I cannot hold it

Nor can I

ae mere watan

ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन, ऐ मेरे बिछड़े चमन त�

So Much For My First Love

I've loved you since I met you,

Though there's nothing I can do.

You've hurt my f

A Dieter's Desire

Oh my soul, be thou quiet

This is not 'another diet'

Just a program of exchange