The Singer (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe - The bard of love, the singer of his mourning. When fields ...
Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe - The bard of love, the singer of his mourning. When fields ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol ...
O if it's true that in the night, When rest the living in their havens And liquid rays of lunar ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
What means my name to you?...T'will die As does the melancholy murmur Of distant waves or, of a summer, The ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
What is my name to you? 'T will die: a wave that has but rolled to reach with a lone ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
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