923 match(es) found in poems

Andhere Kaa Deepak

Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Hai Andheri Raat Par Diva Jalana Kab Mana Hai

Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Andrea del Sarto

But do not let us quarrel any more,
No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:
Robert Browning

To Lou Andreas-Salome

I held myself too open, I forgot
that outside not just things exist and animals
Rainer Maria Rilke

0071.Abhirami Andhadhi Slogan 69

To Get Anything Precious
Tamil Transliteration
rajagopal. h..

He Andado Muchos Caminos

He andado muchos caminos
he abierto muchas veredas;
Antonio Machado

Andheri Nagari

Nanalal Dalpatram Kavi


Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude,
With not her either beauty’s equal or
Gerard Manley Hopkins

Hai Bahut Andiar Ab Suraj Nikalna Chahiye

Gopaldas Neeraj

Andrew Jones

I hate that Andrew Jones; he'll breed
His children up to waste and pillage.
William Wordsworth

Andrew Jackson

On the life of Andrew Jackson,
Now dear people I will write,
Julia A Moore

Andhere Pakh Ka Chand

Kedarnath Singh


Kaifi Azmi

You, Andrew Marvell

And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth's noonward height
Archibald MacLeish


The lights would not blink in the household of his class
Dreams were forbidden, slums plunged in deep shadow
Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Mourning in Andalusia

If white is the colour
of mourning in Andalusia,
Abu l-Hasan al-Husri

Andy McElroe

My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,
So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.
William Percy French

Gam Ka Wo Zor Ab Mere Andar Nahin Raha

Munir Niazi

Part of the Dialogue Between Hector and Andromache

She ceas'd; then godlike Hector answer'd kind -
(His various plumage sporting in the wind)
Samuel Johnson

John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Robert Burns

Andoh Se Hui Na Rihai Tamam Shab

Mir Taqi Mir

Memory of CATS - after T.S. Eliot and Andrew Lloyd Webber

Midnight not a soul on bare scene left,
like hurt heart that has been reft
Jonathan ROBIN

A poem for Andrew

A poem for Andrew
A poem for Andrew
James Hart

Andy The Reluctant Hero

It's been seventy years if not more since Andy was school going boy
Since he played hide and seek with his mates in the old park of Fitzroy
Francis Duggan

Andy the Night-Watch

In my Spanish cloak,
And old slouch hat,
Edgar Lee Masters

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