A Grandson in Hoticeberg (Margaret Danner Poems)
A grandson isnotthe wing-sprouting cherubthat I, as doting grandmotherhave persisted in seeing and showing.A grandson is a hot ice berg.that cannot retain or disdain,with ...
A grandson isnotthe wing-sprouting cherubthat I, as doting grandmotherhave persisted in seeing and showing.A grandson is a hot ice berg.that cannot retain or disdain,with ...
Where leap the long Atlantic swells In foam-streaked stretch of hill and dale,Where shrill the north-wind demon yells, And flings the spindrift ...
I saw a ship of material build(Her standards set, her brave apparel on)Directed as by madness mereAgainst a solid iceberg ...
Sweet are these kisses of the South,As dropped from woman's rosiest mouth,And tenderer are those azure skiesThan this world's tenderest ...
In het liefdeloze landschap van mijn eenzaamheidHeerst geen beweging die mij bedaart, geen rustDie mij troost of afmaakt als een ...
1.Tidt eg minnest ein gamall Gardmed store Tre og Runnar,Vollar, Bakkar og Berg og Skardog Blomster paa gr(Ivar Andreas Aasen)
Es war ein heitres goldnes Jahr,Nun rauscht das Laub im Sande,Und als es noch im Knospen war,Da ging sie noch ...
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
YANKEE packet's down the water --Blow, my bully boys, blow;Third mate loved the skipper's daughter -- Blow, my bully boys, ...
_Plusieurs jeunes files entourent un petit enfant... le caressent..._--_On dit que tu as fait une chanson pour Pannychis, ta cousine?_--_Oui, ...
VEN de winter make oos shifer Und de bonds is froze mit ice, To shlide und shkate on de rifer, ...
We left the murk of Merseyside, we left the flaring town;All smouldering red by Spanish Head the stormy sun went ...
1902 Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heave and the halt and the ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe, I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
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