Wallace: Book III (Blind Hary Poems)
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Poems about ber (13 Poems)
Wallace: Book II (Blind Hary Poems)
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
Wallace: Book I (Blind Hary Poems)
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
Chevy-Chase (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
On The Death Of K. Edward The First (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
By The Grave of Livingstone (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Das T?chtige wenns wahrhaft ist,Wirkt ?ber alle zeiten hinaus.—GoetheLet there be fingers on the lips to-day, And footsteps check'd to ...
O Navio Negreiro Part 2 (With English Translation) (Antonio de Castro Alves Poems)
Que importa do nauta o ber?o, Donde ? filho, qual seu lar? Ama a cad?ncia do verso Que lhe ensina ...
Die Nacht (Georg Heym Poems)
Auf Schlangenh?lsen die feurigen Sterneh?ngen herunter auf schwankende T?rme,die D?cher gegei?elt. Und Feuer springet,wie ein Gespenst durch die Gasse der ...
Kinderhymne (Children’s Hymn) (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
Anmut sparet nicht noch M?he Leidenschaft nicht noch Verstand Da? ein gutes Deutschland bl?he Wie ein andres gutes Land ...
Anorexic (Eavan Boland Poem)
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...