Indian Ballads, and Other Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...passion's fierce assaults to flight; Till, bursting links which bind The soul to grope through error's night From birth to birth in evil plight, In the all-present soul his spright Its rest eternal find. The Hindus divide the year into six seasons, inserting the dewy season between winter and spring, and the rains between summer and autumn. 1. The fresh wind blows from northern snows; The nights are dank with dew; A mound of fire the Slmall95 glows; The young rice shoots anew; In mornings cool from reedy pool Up springs the whistling crane; The wild fowl fly through sunset sky; The sweet juice fills the cane. Come, Krishna from the tyrant proud How long shall virtue flee? The lightning loves the evening cloud, And I love thee. 2. The breeze moves slow with thick perfume From every mango grove; From coral tree 19 to parrot bloom197 The black bees questing rove; The koil198 wakes the early dawn, --He calls the spring all day; The jasmine smiles by glade and lawn; The lake with buds is gay. Come, Krishna leave Vaikuntha's m bower; Do thou our refuge be; The koil loves the mango flower, And I love thee. 3. Low from the brink the waters shrink; The deer all snuff for rain; The panting cattle search for drink Cracked glebe and dusty plain; The whirlwind, like a furnace blast, Sweeps clouds of darkening sand; The forest flames; the beasts aghast Plunge huddling from the land. Come, Krishna come, beloved one Descend and comfort me: The lotus loves the summer sun, And I love thee. 4. With dancing feet glad peafowl greet Bright flash and rumbling cloud; Down channels steep red torrents sweep; The frogs give welcome loud; From branch and spray hang blossoms gay; The wood has second birth; No stars in skies, but lantern-flies Seem stars that float to..