Boaz Asleep (Victor Hugo Poem)
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
name meaning thread weaver or duck (these may be guesses from obscurity) ten-year faithful wife whilst her husband was gallivanting ...
We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the ...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Up rode the white horse, From somewhere far below; Prideful, full of power, And charming as a doe. ***** The ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
The old man cutting barley-- bent like a sickle. (Yosa Buson)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? ...
Chorus-Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley, Here's to the Highlandman's Bannocks o' barley! WHA, in a brulyie, will First ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
IT was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to ...
O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allen cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
Why Brownlee left, and where he went, Is a mystery even now. For if a man should have been content ...
All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be, I pray ye all be advised by me, Go and visit Tayport on the ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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