The Kalevala – Rune XXVI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
THE ISLE OF REFUGE.Lemminkainen, full of joyance,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Took provisions in abundance,Fish and butter, bread and bacon,Hastened to the Isle ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
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 ...
KULLERVO FINDS HIS TRIBE-FOLK.Kullerwoinen, young magician,In his beauteous, golden ringlets,In his magic shoes of deer-skin,Left the home of IlmarinenWandered forth ...
BIRTH OF THE NINE DISEASES.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Heard the word in Sariola,Heard the Dews with ears of envy,That Wainola ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
We build with strength and deep tower wallThat shall be shattered thus and thus.And fair and great are court and ...
OFT did a wat'ry grave awaitThe sailor in Messina's strait;Oft did the pilot seek in vainHis post of peril to ...
When first I left Old England's shore,Such yarns as we were told,As how folks in AustraliaCould pick up lumps of ...
Time-table! Terrible and hard To figure! At some station lonelyWe see this sign upon the card:[Footnote Asterisk: Train 20: Stops ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin', And down below the spur, I know, ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
"The aristocratic ne'er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way into the ranks of the Royal North-West Mounted Police." -- Extract. ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
Comrades, up! Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight, While far in the clear north-west the late ...
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