The Kalevala – Rune VII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Swam through all the deep-sea waters,Floating like a branch of aspen,Like a withered twig of willow;Swam ...
WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Swam through all the deep-sea waters,Floating like a branch of aspen,Like a withered twig of willow;Swam ...
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night, To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a ...
Sweet, kiss my eyelids close, and let me lie, On this old-fashioned sofa, in the dim And purple ...
"On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
"He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In ...
Lay me low, my work is done;I am weary. Lay me low,Where the wild flowers woo the sun,Where the balmy ...
All day and night, save winter, every weather,Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads ...
THERE are white moon daisies in the mist of the meadowWhere the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray,There are ...
Alone I pace the path we walked last year. Dost thou remember it? Then everywhere The wheat-fields shimmered in the ...
OUR aspens quiver in these pallid rays Of mid-September, more than when the red Hearts of their tender leaves were ...
Lighted by the lady moon, Breezes blow and aspens quiver, By the stream's enchanted tune Singing to the distant river, ...
Haste, my love, and come away; What is folly? what is sorrow? Tis to turn from joy today, Tis to ...
Love my heart is aching, aching,While the soft sea-wind is makingMusic in the aspens, breakingSilence in my soul.With its sad-voiced ...
felled 1879 My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and ...
All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the ...
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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