Solstice Song (Johannes Vilhelm Jensen Poems)
Our sun has now grown cold,we are in winter's holdthe days are waning.Now, past the deepest night,our hope burns bright ...
Our sun has now grown cold,we are in winter's holdthe days are waning.Now, past the deepest night,our hope burns bright ...
When N Burbadge played, the stage was bareOf fount and temple, tower and stair;Two backswords eked a battle out;Two supers ...
Why not let us compromiseabout Denmark's proper size,which will truly please us all,since it's bigger than it's small. (Piet Hein)
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
CANTATA.This is Denmark's holyday; Dance, ye maidens! Sing, ye men! Tune, ye harpers! Blush, ye heroes!This is Denmark's holyday.ONE VOICE.In ...
Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strandAnd lord of the billowy sea;Lord of the sea and lord of ...
A lad, who twenty tongues can talkAnd sixty miles a day can walk;Drink at a draught a pint of rum,And ...
Sing, sing, my friend; breathe life againThrough Norway's song and Denmark's strain:On flowing Thames and Forth, in flood,Pour Haco's war-song, ...
King Christian stood beside the mast; Smoke, mixt with flame,Hung o'er his guns, that rattled fastAgainst the Gothmen, as they ...
TOUCH at the island of Ceylon,And northward seek a spot of ground,Where roving fragrant woods among,Large docile elephants are found.In ...
BRAVE Nelson 's successor in naval command,The first in the rank of those heroes must stand,Who are now to pass ...
Behind the footlights hangs the rusty baize,A trifle shabby in the upturned blazeOf flaring gas and curious eyes that gaze.The ...
Love, with rosy fetter, Held us firmly bound;Pure unmix'd enjoyment Grateful here we found.Bosom, bosom meeting, 'Gainst our youths we ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
I'll tell of Canute, King of England, A native of Denmark was he, His hobbies was roving and raiding And ...
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
FACTORY windows are always broken. Somebody's always throwing bricks, Somebody's always heaving cinders, Playing ugly Yahoo tricks. Factory windows are ...
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