The Poet’s Dead (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -He fell, by rumor slandered,Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,Hanging ...
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -He fell, by rumor slandered,Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,Hanging ...
[It is stated that a shepherd, who had for many years grazed his flocks ina district in which a rich ...
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;Dumb with the awe of those ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
THIS morn ere yet had rung the matin peal, The cursed Merlin, with his potent spell, Aggrieved me sore, and from his ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
No charms she now can boast,--'tis true,But other charmers wither too:"And she is old,"--the fact I know,And old will other ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
OF our Amusements ask you?--We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
Let the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott,He chose her to his wife,And thought with her to have lived in ...
It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was drear; And round the strong walls ...
Learn this now before you are older: Don't go through life with a chip on your shoulder, Always aggrieved and ...
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
Taken under advisement, how to explain those words aggrieved party Did the case get its due the judge hear our ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Waiting for her in the usual bar He finds she's late again. Impatience frets at him, But not the fearful, ...
We told of him as one who should have soared And seen for us the devastating light Whereof there is ...
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