Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
THE more i meeet you....
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
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| ROMANTIC POETRY |
Designed By Saddiq Ur RehMan SaddiqI(009 3025866338)
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++THE more i meeet you....
The more u appear new...
The more i know you......
The more I want to Love you.....
Each day my love for you is my first love..............
BCoz each day.......
i feel as if i have just started loving you....
And theres much more to love you......
BCoz u deserve endless love....
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| kaha ta aos nay, urdu poetry |
Designed By Saddiq Ur RehMan SaddiqI(009 3025866338)
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