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Bhagavad-Gita
(Encyclopedia) Bhagavad-GitaBhagavad-Gitabŭgˈəvəd-gēˈtə [key] [Skt.,=song of the Lord], Sanskrit poem incorporated into the Mahabharata, one of the greatest religious classics of Hinduism. The Gita (…William Shakespeare: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageLord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit:…2,000 Years of the Necktie: Lord Byron's Legacy
Lord Byron's Legacy by David Johnson Neckties Through the Ages Introduction210 B.C.China's First Emperor 113 A.D.Did Romans Wear Ties? 17th CenturyCroatian Cravats for the King of France…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("I' the glooming night")
SongI I' the glooming light Of middle night, So cold and white, Worn Sorrow sits by the moaning wave; Beside her are laid, Her mattock and spade, For she hath…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("The golden apple")
SongI The golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed fruit, Guard it well, guard it warily, Singing airily, Standing about the charméd root. Round about all is mute, As the…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("The lintwhite and the throstlecock")
SongI The lintwhite and the throstlecock Have voices sweet and clear; All in the bloomèd May. They from the blosmy brere Call to the fleeting year, If that he would them hear…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Check every outflash")
Sonnet Check every outflash, every ruder sally Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy; This is the place. Through yonder poplar…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("Who can say")
Song Who can say Why To-day To-morrow will be yesterday? Who can tell Why to smell The violet, recalls the dewy prime Of youth and buried time? The cause is nowhere found in…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Blow ye the trumpet")
SonnetWritten on hearing of the outbreak of the Polish Insurrection. Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar The hosts to battle: be not bought and sold. Arise, brave Poles, the…The Hungry Stones and Other Stories: My Lord, the Baby, I
by Rabindranath Tagore III Raicharan was twelve years old when he came as a servant to his master's house. He belonged to the same caste as his master, and was given his master's little…