The Kalevala – Rune XXXI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest,When into the hall comes the Minstrel ...
Oh, for those days that had no doubt, When I, a simple village laddie,Sang with much glee the rhyme about ...
Draper, my dear and worthy Friend, Who read'st with candour all I send; Say, what employment pleases best, Since from ...
AH! don't you remember, 'tis almost December,And soon will the holidays come;Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty of money,I'll ...
It induces a sensationOf irritation(Not to mention frustrationAnd even indignation)When one makes humble solicitationFor employment in some useful occupationIn this ...
I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack, In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse; But holding that ...
REturn my dearest Lord, at length return, Let me no longer your sad absence mourn, Ilium in Dust, does no ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly ...
Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right! It is the ...
"Ah! don't you remember, 'tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty ...
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest, When into the hall comes the ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
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