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Halcyon Wings: 'These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision'

Book by Nithin Purple · 20 quotes · Nithin Purple, Penetrating Poetry, Halcyonwingsbook

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“O' sprite full Maia, come attire our lands with your boundless prize,of joyful swelling by the nature's pleasing bloom and green surprise; to sprout a floral bedding round the yards and shades for worthy dales;and birds will spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.”

“O' melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.”

“O' Muse, goddess of music, songs and a poet's mind,bestow me your sources with treasures vivid;that of beauty you shall exempt to liberal lend,with genii of views in fancied world holds an aid—like a rare device which instructs the deep ideas.”

“Cynthia then holiness spread in arctic dews, from lately month that it pinion'd the living world,there did swell the mild and greenish meadows,winter anew its frozen gold of treasury wild.”

“When it forms the soul of purest liberty,which an aid that makes all the broad sense vivid and meet knowledge's growing beauty,mindful state where solemn music attunes.”

“Behold the world,where I stoop to dwell in, where no chasms that safe my varying dim views,but has the e'er longing for nature's inn, silent her breeze,that lulls my tiresome eyes.”

“Behold the world,where I stoop to dwell in, where no chasms that safe my varying dim views, but have the e'er longing for nature's inn, silent her breeze,that lulls my tiresome eyes;”

“Now weary drought is unfolding with morn's very maturing warmth,where scorching sun's importing beams a glowing fire upon our hearth.Naught,the chillness of rills,no more a flowering spot for musing eyes,summer's dirge is haunting still,we singing our notes in hapless ease.”

“If ‘beauty’ be the self-satisfied pride she bears,each fly does wing around her cherubic sweet face,as they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,and dream them in a transient trace.”

“Meandering the soul, poor wretch baffl'd kid, whence shall go and wherefore it strives to hourly fate,irregular, perplexed, timely wet and frigid—by life, naive is you and fierce too your dispute.”

“A Dusky bee as I spare lonely sites,solely across nature's dim given strife,I, a mused traveler that my life hails,from a warm curious, and mirthful form,yon world I gazed in all my vigils.”

“If seasons diseases be, consider human's too, his fate same it's true Rudest time steels, and murders through fever, pain, amid all in woe. Swelling then cold, yet numb, in young and old, fearing wildest swell, See it turns the sweetest singers throats, and morrow, a garland will. On ‘Seasons A Dirge’-A Dirge For A Diseased Friend Who Died Of Fever In 2013”

“Past and pleasures are leaves of murm'ring that fall one over other, if nothing vernal to stand with or keep the load of despondency; but fulfill not whatever careers birth gave; yet seek or find.”