The Kalevala – Rune XVII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
I. This is the Mengene mountain When dawn creeps up at the lake Van This is the child of ...
This morning saw I, fled the shower,The earth reclining in a lull of power:The heavens, pursuing not their path,Lay stretched ...
The earth was without form and void; the deep Wore on its face a pall of death-like gloom. A secret ...
I hear the waters of some inlet nowCome lapping to the fringe of yonder wood,The storm-bent firs, and oaks along ...
Over the hills of AprilWith soft winds hand in hand,Impassionate and dreamy-eyed,Spring leads her saraband.Her garments float and gatherAnd swirl ...
And yet I feel content and don't get tired of slashing with my fingers through the air, tarantella-like. The hands ...
Thorny the ways that lead to Duty's shrine, Thro' grim ravines, o'er iron crags they pass, And sandy ...
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face -- the face of one long dead -- Looks ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Now as the train bears west, Its rhythm rocks the earth, And from my Pullman berth I stare into the ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
Guadarrama, is it you, old friend, mountains white and gray that I used to see painted against the blue those ...
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