Who is Manmohan Ghose

Manmohan Ghose (19 January 1869 – 4 January 1924) was an Indian poet and one of the first from India to write poetry in English. He was a brother of Sri Aurobindo.

Background

Manmohan Ghose was born the son of Dr. Krishna Dhan Ghose by his wife, Swarnalata Devi Ghose (née Basu). His ancestral village was in the boiragadi now in Sirajdikhan upazila,in Dhaka Bikrampur, present day Munshiganj district. His family was Bengali and upper caste Hindu, and were among the early adopters of English education. Consequently, they had acquired affluence and the prestige of holding government jobs. Their religion and culture had also been affected by westernization, and they had flirted briefly with the Brahmo Samaj. Manmohan's father, Krishna Dhun Ghose, was a doctor in the...
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Manmohan Ghose Poems

  • Raymond And Ida
    Raymond.

    Dearest, that sit'st in dreams,
    Through the window look, this way. ...
  • Mentem Mortalia Tangunt
    Now lonely is the wood:
    No flower now lingers, none!
    The virgin sisterhood
    Of roses, all are gone; ...
  • Youth
    'Tis my twentieth year: dim, now, youth stretches behind me;
    Breaking fresh at my feet, lies, like an ocean, the world.
    And despised seem, now, those quiet fields I have travell'd:
    Eager to thee I turn, Life, and thy visions of joy. ...
  • A Dream
    Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of love
    The shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day,
    Sad soul, what dost thou in this happy grove?
    Hast thou no pipe to touch, no strain to play, ...
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Voice 3 Desire 3 Soul 3 Sweet 3 Deep 3 Speak 2 Forget 2 Year 2 Human 2 Spirit 2


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Vain Hope
 by Ernest Dowson

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!

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