Quotes by Adela Florence Nicolson

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, where are you now? Who lies beneath your...

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

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Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the...

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside...

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before...