All the bells of heaven may ring, All the birds of heaven may sing, All the wells on earth may spring, All the winds on earth may bring All sweet sounds together— Sweeter far than all things heard, Hand of harper, tone of bird, Sound of woods at sundawn stirred, Welling water’s winsome word, Wind in warm wan weather,
One thing yet there is, that none Hearing ere its chime be done Knows not well the sweetest one Heard of man beneath the sun, Hoped in heaven hereafter; Soft and strong and loud and light, Very sound of very light Heard from morning’s rosiest height, When the soul of all delight Fills a child’s clear laughter.
Golden bells of welcome rolled Never forth such notes, nor told Hours so blithe in tones so bold, As the radiant mouth of gold Here that rings forth heaven. If the golden-crested wren Were a nightingale— why, then, Something seen and heard of men Might be half as sweet as when Laughs a child of seven.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
(5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909)
English poet, playwright, Novelist, and Critic.
Swinburne devised a verse form “Roundel” of 9 lines in 3 triplets, with equal number of syllables for each line, the first and third lines rhyming and having a common refrain at the end of 3rd and last lines. He wrote 100 Roundels and dedicated to his friend Christina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) a great poet in her own right.
Thank you Sarmagaru. Really there is nothing comparable to the uninhibited laugther of a child that can give you pleasure. And in fact, it is, coupled with blossoming flowers, the luminiscent dawn, the dramatic closure to the day at dusk, the changing seasons and the work of their magic wand on nature, the lofty hills and the wandering clouds, and the decoration of rainbow on the black clouds, the perceived symmetry and asymmetry that touched the reason of an inquisitive man, to search for the wonders and the truth behind this creation. And they continue to arrest our attention.
with best regards,
అందుకే అధరమ్ మధురం..అని మధురాష్టకం చెప్పేరు మనవారు, అద్భుతం.
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Thank you Sarmagaru. Really there is nothing comparable to the uninhibited laugther of a child that can give you pleasure. And in fact, it is, coupled with blossoming flowers, the luminiscent dawn, the dramatic closure to the day at dusk, the changing seasons and the work of their magic wand on nature, the lofty hills and the wandering clouds, and the decoration of rainbow on the black clouds, the perceived symmetry and asymmetry that touched the reason of an inquisitive man, to search for the wonders and the truth behind this creation. And they continue to arrest our attention.
with best regards,
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అనువాదం చాలా బాగా వ్రాసారు. .నవ్వు గురించి మంచి కవిత్వం
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Thank you Ravisekhar garu for the compliments. Welcome to by blog.
with regards
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