Poems by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
To My Native Land
... A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime ...
The Harp Of India
... Of flowers still blooming on the minstrel's grave: ...
Going Into Darkness
... Oh that their day might dawn, for them they would awake ...
Song Of The Hindustanee Minstrel
... VIII Nay weep not, love! thou shouldst not weep, &emsp ...
A Walk By Moonlight
... And one was young, but oh! endeared&emsp ...
