The Kalevala – Rune XLIII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
God prosper long our noble king,Our liffes and safetyes all;A woefull hunting once there didIn Chevy-Chace befall.To drive the deere ...
THE MOTHER'S COUNSEL.Ahti, hero of the Islands,Wild magician, Lemminkainen,Also known as Kaukomieli,Hastened from the great carousal,From the banquet-halls of Louhi,From ...
October 14: 1066'Gyrth, is it dawn in the sky that I see? or is all the sky blood?Heavy and sore ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
Creggan GraveyardIn Creggan graveyard I slept last night in despairWith the rising of the morning a woman came to me ...
AFAR! afar! the rosy sails are far,And far sound all the voices of the world;Tenderly hither bends the evening star,And ...
THE CYNDUS1Beneath th' triumphal blue, th' riotous day, Her silvern galley beats the black flood white, Whilst the long sillage ...
Let me be at the place of the castle. Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from ...
But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
ONe day as I vnwarily did gaze on those fayre eyes my loues immortall light: the whiles my stonisht hart ...
North Country, filled with gesturing wood, With trees that fence, like archers' volleys, The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing's ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
Sir Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn Beat the English in every wheel and turn, And made them fly in great ...
'Twas on the 9th of September, a very beautiful day, That a numerous English army came in grand array, And ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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