My Heart Goes Out
My heart goes out to my Creator in
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy
All living creatures come to quiet
For him to eat up their
My heart goes out to my Creator in
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy
All living creatures come to quiet
For him to eat up their
My heart leaps up when I beholdA Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
OH thou token loved of joys now
That I still wear from my neck suspended,
Art thou stronger than our spirit-bond so cherish'd
Or canst thou prolong love's days untimely ended
My thankfull heart with glorying
Shall celebrate thy Name,
Who hath restor'd, redeem'd,
From sicknes, death, and Pain
Dil e man Musafir e
Meray dil meray musafirhua phir sey hukm sadirk watan badar hon hum tumdein gali gali sadainkarein rukh nagar nagar kake suraagh koi paein kisi yar e nama bar kahar ik ajnabi sey poocheinjo pata tha apney ghar kasar e kooe...
MY heart is like a withered nut,
Rattling within its hollow shell;
You cannot ope my breast, and put Any thing fresh with it to dwell
The hopes and dreams that filled it when Life's spring of glory met my view,
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips:
What is your word
What question would you broach
Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind To mask the me...
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris,
Domine
"I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;
Well meaning readers
you that come as
And catch the pretious name this piece pretends;
Make not too much hast to’
Has my heart gone to sleep
Have the beehives of my dreamsstopped working, the waterwheelof the mind run dry,scoops turning empty,only shadow inside
No, my heart is not asleep
It is awake, wide awake
OD
AY in my heart
Fear and affright
My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled, My words the words that priest and soldier said, My deed the spear to desecrate the dead
My own heart let me more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet
I cast for comfort I can no more get By groping round my comfortless, than...