Anhelli – Chapter 4 (Juliusz Slowacki Poems)
And the Shaman passed with Anhelli over the desert ways of Siberia,where stood prisons.And they beheld the countenances of some ...
And the Shaman passed with Anhelli over the desert ways of Siberia,where stood prisons.And they beheld the countenances of some ...
We passed old farmer Boothby in the field.Rugged and straight he stood; his body steeledWith stubbornness and age. We met ...
Love and thy vain employs, awayFrom this too oft deluded breast!No longer will I court thy stay,To be my bosom's ...
FROM WHENCE WE BROUGHT L, FOR HIS MAJESTY, BYTHE DECIMATION OF HIS SCOTTISH SUBJECTS THERE.Toll, toll, Gentle bell, for the soul Of ...
AS grains from chaff, I sift these worldly rules,Kernels of wisdom, from the husks of schools:I.Benevolence befits the wisest mind;But ...
IN a Devonshire lane, as I trotted along,T'other day, much in want of a subject for song,Thinks I to myself, ...
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,Green as a bough of yew the beard;He bent his head, and so I smote;Then for ...
On man, in his own image made,How much did GOD bestow?The whole creation homage paid,And owned him LORD, below!He dwelt ...
Vorrei voler, Signior.Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will: Between it and the fire a veil of ice Deadens the ...
In sodden trenches I have heard men speak,Though numb and wretched, wise and witty things;And loved them for the stubbornness ...
A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue ...
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the shore, And on a ship about ...
October 2: 15861 Where Guelderland outspreads Her green wide water-meads Laced by the silver ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
Christ, coming into the world through his choice his going to the cross in his humility, his humbleness a gift ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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