Ice Blossom (Leonas Letas Poems)
Ice blossom stuckIn snow echo struck,Bent willow strandsDangle a dazzlingIcicle dowry.(Leonas Letas)
Ice blossom stuckIn snow echo struck,Bent willow strandsDangle a dazzlingIcicle dowry.(Leonas Letas)
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
LEMMINIKAINEN'S SECOND WOOING.Spake the ancient LemminkainenTo the hostess of Pohyola:"Give to me thy lovely daughter,Bring me now thy winsome maiden,Bring ...
MORNINGThe breeze awakes with morn's first ray,Like childhood roused from sleep to play;The sunshine, like a fairy sprite,Comes to undo ...
In London city was Bicham born,He longd strange countries for to see,But he was taen by a savage Moor,Who handld ...
A COPPER concave of a sky Hangs high above my head. Vague thunder sullenly goes by With dragging, ...
MAORILAND, my mother!Holds the earth so fair another?O, my land of the moa and Maori,Garlanded grand with your forests of ...
Reputation, Love, and Death,(The Last all Bones, the First all Breath, The Midd'st compos'd of Restless Fire)From each other wou'd ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold.The purest light of the celestial domehas burned me through. And now we ...
I think some spiteful fairyMy natal day did graceAnd leave me for a dowryA sympathetic face.Or why do people tell ...
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins,Born in a cottage near the grist-mill,Reared in the mansion there on the hill,With ...
The warriors marched to Cattraeth, full of mead; Drunken, but firm of array: great the shame, But greater ...
O, Vrba, happy village, my old home -My father's cottage stands there to this day.The lure of learning beckoned me ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
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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