The Old Barrel Organ (Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky Poems)
We almost lost our minds through that mad sky:It blinds us with its fire or its snow,And, baring teeth, like ...
We almost lost our minds through that mad sky:It blinds us with its fire or its snow,And, baring teeth, like ...
Why need ye fear, O Mariner?Why need ye fear?The winds sing no new song, and the wavesHave spoken their words ...
High is the belfry the old sexton stands,Grasping the rope with his thin bony hands;Fix'd is his gaze, as by ...
Mist lies heavy on English meadowsAs ever in Ypres, but the friendlinessHere is greater in full field and hedge shadow.And ...
VIEW us, white-robed lilies,We whose beauty's rarenessSleeps until the bridegroom sunWoos our virgin fairness.Then, our bosoms baring,'Neath his ardent kisses,Stem, ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found ...
Do you hear the women praying, oh my brothers? Do you hear what words they say? These, ...
Now farewell, you kindly folk, For our rest is ended:Out into the wind and rainGo the roving men again, ...
I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,So quiet it seems after ...
O god! look down and see Outraged Humanity'Neath the Oppressor's rod! Give ear, O God,To the despairing cries Which ever ...
Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbars the gates of light. ~ MILTON.Oh, burst the bonds of ...
In Madurai,city of temples and poets,who sang of cities and temples,every summera river dries to a tricklein the sand,baring the ...
Killed a gopherin my garden.Split itwith a shovel.First I cutonly a leg.Could have stoppedthere, buta mutilated gophercan turn usinto what ...
Hey, bullies, ho, bullies, what have ye seen,Flying with the seagulls where the sea was green?Oh, I saw a ship ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as ...
1 OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected-this preferr'd,) This common curtain of the face, ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
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