Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O’Clock Poems) (Nazim Hikmet Poems)
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
HOW wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as ...
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
'TIS Christ, 'tis Christ himself, that's all in all;Without Him, man must to perdition fall:No thing, no person, besides Christ ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;—A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;It seems a prudent woman he had wed,With beauty that ...
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
1. To the Reader.Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,To improue, to reproue, and to amend:Some passe without this vse, ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;And ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
The sky was one unbroken pall of gray,Casting a gloom upon the restless sea,Dulling her sapphire splendour to a darkAnd ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,In ev'ry age works miracles a store;Can Catos change to male coquets at ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
ADDRESSED TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THOU knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintained with oppression for years, We shared them ...
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