The Kalevala – Rune XLIII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a lookOf shame and guilt!--who cannot read that book?Misery and mirth are blended in ...
In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
_Chimalpanecatl icuic ioan tlaltecaua (nanotl)._ 1. Ichimalipan chipuchica ueya, mixiuiloc yautlatoaya, ichimalipanchipuchica ueya, mixiuiloc yautlatoa. 2. Coatepec tequiua, tepetitla moxayaual ...
As no man sets up marks that he may miss, So no such real thing as ill there is:For should ...
Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers. Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss the child, Angels and Platonists shall judge the dog, ...
silence.isalookingbird:theturning;edge,oflife(inquiry before snow(E. E. Cummings)
She wonders if I believe the words I write about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God Her submission ...
One Joy of so much anguish Sweet nature has for me I shun it as I do Despair Or dear ...
No strength of nature can suffice To serve the Lord aright: And what she has she misapplies, For want of ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
1 DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death-the call of my nearest lover, ...
1 YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also; Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ...
Mother, among the dustbins and the manure I feel the measure of my humanity, an allure As of the presence ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
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