Devil Reads Book (Henrikas Radauskas Poems)
Sitting there, right over the abyss,With the snow hanging down by his head,His elbows propped on a black crag,The devil ...
Sitting there, right over the abyss,With the snow hanging down by his head,His elbows propped on a black crag,The devil ...
My short and happy day is done,The long and dreary night comes on;And at my door the Pale Horse stands,To ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
The Nith has a weird, weird soun' the nicht, As it swurls through the big black pool,An' the win' comin' ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
I've served in the French Foreign Legion It's Hell! The life couldn't be harder, For it's war to the knife ...
So deep I slept I had not known how fleetThe feet of time upon its endless shore;So sweet was sleep ...
The wind is blowin' cold down the mountain tips of snowAnd 'cross the ranges layin' brown and dead;It's cryin' through ...
List! to that pretty little bird,Singing on yonder bush of thorn;Its plaintive notes I have not heard,Save in the land ...
It was before the hour of dawn, Ere the birds 'gan to sing,There came to Galahad's chamber The ...
Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw brideTo meet her winsome groom,When she was aware of twa bonny birdsSat ...
Round by the black barn and the shrunken pond,Now treading slow, now sidling proudly on,Through warm air startled by his ...
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
Back of my back, they talk of me, Gabble and honk and hiss; Let them batten, and let them be- ...
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