Meditation (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
With sadness I survey our present generation!Their future seems so empty, dark, and cold,Weighed down beneath a load of knowing ...
With sadness I survey our present generation!Their future seems so empty, dark, and cold,Weighed down beneath a load of knowing ...
Deep in the dell I watched her as she rose, A face of icy fire, o'er the hills; With snow-sad eyes to ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
I. This is the Mengene mountain When dawn creeps up at the lake Van This is the child of ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins,Born in a cottage near the grist-mill,Reared in the mansion there on the hill,With ...
We quarreled that morning,For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty,And I was nervous and heavy with the childWhose birth ...
Like Moses on the mountaintop his face made bright Christ on the mountaintop made whiter than white Prepared for the ...
We partake get a foretaste the feast of heaven at the Lord's Table Bowing before him at the altar rail ...
The meal, the Seder his blessing of the bread the breaking, the sharing the cup of his sacrifice In words ...
Following his footsteps mindful, each one important slowly going with our savior all the days of this week Hearing the ...
In secret, and in darkness the storm cloud more than gathering Christ before the Sanhedrin scheming to put him to ...
The meal, the Seder his blessing of the bread the breaking, the sharing the cup as well, his sacrifice In ...
His blood, his body offered to him a seat at the table an offering of his life drinking from the ...
The king in celebration, on a donkey entered the holy city, of his ancestor David with palms and cloaks across ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
Do you give yourself to me utterly, Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly, ...
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are ...
We quarreled that morning, For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty, And I was nervous and heavy with the ...
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins, Born in a cottage near the grist-mill, Reared in the mansion there on ...
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