The Spectre-Caravan (Hermann Ferdinand Freiligrath Poems)
'Twas at midnight, in the Desert, where we rested on the ground; There my Bedouins were sleeping, and their steeds were ...
'Twas at midnight, in the Desert, where we rested on the ground; There my Bedouins were sleeping, and their steeds were ...
Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,And said: "O Skald, sing now ...
Non numero horas nisi serenasWhen Fall drowns morns in mist, it seemsIn soul I am a part of it;A portion ...
Little lion faceI stopped to pickamong the mass of thicksucculent blooms, the twicestreaked flanges of your silksunwheel relaxed in widedilation, ...
Little lion faceI stopped to pickamong the mass of thicksucculent blooms, the twicestreaked flanges of your silksunwheel relaxed in widedilation, ...
The Bedouins Of The SkiesYON clouds that roam the deserts of the air, On wind-swift barbs, o'er many an azure plain,Scarce ...
O, speak not hastily the word Thine ear from idle tongues has heard.If false the tale thou couldst recall, How hard, and ...
Mountains!I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle.I turn my head startled,The sky is three foot above me!Mountains!Like great ...
But when Endymion, wandering alone,With youth and love of loveliness forlorn,Being greatly sorrowful with beauty, cameUpon the silence of a ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
1348-9 Blue and ever more blue The sky of that summer's spring: No cloud ...
Happy the man that, when his day is done, Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--The battle he has ...
the dream of the white bird flying offers a freedom as tasty as nectar how our lips purse to the ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Raspberry picking led to its own reward scratches, barbs, rash and burn all were a part of the process persistence ...
My friend must be a Bird -- Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies! Barbs has ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine; Refresh your recollection, And sit a moment, to define His means of self-protection. How truly ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
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