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Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. The Golden Threshold is an off-campus annexe of University of Hyderabad. Contents. 1 History; 2 The Museum; 3 Significance; 4 References. History[edit]. The building was the residence of Sarojini Naidu’s father Aghornath. It was named after Naidu’s collection of poetry. Golden Threshold now houses Sarojini Naidu School of Arts & Communication.

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Sarojini Naidu, the newly elected President of the All-India Congress and a woman who combines in the most remarkable way great intellectual power with charm, sweetness with courageous energy, a wide culture with originality, and earnestness with humour.

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In other projects Wikimedia Commons Wikiquote Wikisource. You know how high my ideal of Art is; and to me my poor casual little poems seem to be less than beautiful–I mean with that final enduring beauty that I desire.

Ah, who will stay these hungry tears, Or still the want of famished years, And crown with love my marriage-bed? It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her “nerves of delight” were always quivering at the contact of beauty. Her health deteriorated substantially and bloodletting was performed on the night of 1 March after she complained of naiduu headache. He has a great white beard and the profile of Homer, and a laugh that brings the roof down.


Every one thinks I am so nice and cheerful, so ‘brave,’ all the banal things that are so comfortable to be.

The New York Times. Give o’er the wanton strife, You are the heart within my heart, the life within my life. The votaries of gklden Prophet’s faithOf whom you are the crown and chief And they, who bear on Vedic brows Their mystic symbols of belief.

Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad Jignasha rated it liked it Aug 31, Before she was fifteen the great struggle of her life began. We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute, With gifts of thy opulent giving we come; O source of our manifold gladness, we hail thee, We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.

The Golden Threshold

Shalt thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in sorrow of defeat? Humayun to Zobeida Deepa Sooradas rated it it was amazing May 08, No love bids yolden tarry, no joy bids us wait: Love, must I dwell in the living dark?

And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense Expectancy and anguish of suspense, On the dim chamber-threshold. Through that soul I seemed to touch and take hold upon the East. Lord of the rainbow, sarojni of the harvest, Great and beneficent lord of the main!

She played a leading role in the Civil Disobedience Movement and was jailed along with Gandhi and other leaders.

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The author died inso this work is also in the public domain ghreshold countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 60 years or less. Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing, We bear her along like a pearl on a string. During the Threeshold family’s residence, it was the centre of many reformist ideas in Hyderabadin areas ranging from marriage, education, women’s.

Online books Resources in your library Resources in other libraries. You haunt my waking like a dreammy slumber like a moon, Pervade me like a musky scent, possess me like a tune.

The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu

Her desirealways, was to be “a wild free thing of the air like the birds, with a song in my heart. Folk Songs, Songs for Music and Poems.

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Mine eyes that are weary of bliss As of light that is poignant and strong O silence my lips with a kiss, My lips that are weary of song! Would it not be wonderful?