The Trees (Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems)
I know: to the trees, but not to us,Perfection of the life is given, whole.And on the Earth - the ...
I know: to the trees, but not to us,Perfection of the life is given, whole.And on the Earth - the ...
Has time come? I'm fully ready.If we've sinned - there's no a chance.We - to prisons, they - to gladness.Give ...
It was in the primeOf the sweet springtimeIn the linnet's throatTrembled the love note,And the love-stirred airThrilled the blossoms there.Little ...
While morning yet was young, within his hall Of justice Pharaoh sat: his princes, priests, Judges, and ministers, in costly ...
. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
The buried voice bespake Antigone.'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,The bliss above, the reverence below,Enkindled by thy ...
Who's that I hear?-It's me-Who?-Your heartHanging on by the thinnest threadI lose all my strength, substance, and fluidWhen I see ...
EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing, For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot; ...
Running along a bank, a parapet That saves from the precipitous wood below The level road, there is a path. ...
Before the monstrous wrong he sets him down-- One man against a stone-walled city of sin. ...
A totally perverse Turk bought for himself,Out of grief for the recent deathOf plump Fatme, his favorite wife,From his white-slaver, ...
A single dreary elm, that stands betweenThe sombre forest and the wan-lit lake,Halves with its slim gray stem and pendent ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Who's that I hear?-It's me-Who?-Your heart Hanging on by the thinnest thread I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
RUNNING along a bank, a parapet That saves from the precipitous wood below The level road, there is a path. ...
So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His ...
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
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