Kocho (Ivan Vazov Poems)
(The Defence of Perushtitsa)O stirring of glory, O sombre sad stirring,Days of proud struggle, O days of adversity!Epic obscure and ...
(The Defence of Perushtitsa)O stirring of glory, O sombre sad stirring,Days of proud struggle, O days of adversity!Epic obscure and ...
I'MID glad green miles of tillageAnd fields where cattle graze,A prosy little village,You drowse away the days.And yet — a ...
ISo we had come at last, my soul and I, Into that land of shadowy plain and peak, On which the dawn ...
The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the highridges; the stream probably was dry,Certainly not to be come ...
YE white-maned waves of the Western Sea,That ride and roll to the strand,Ye strong-winged birds, never forced a-leeBy the gales ...
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his! There needs no crown to mark the forest's king;How in his leaves ...
Dead, all dead!The earth, the fields, lie stretched in sleepLike weary toilers overdone.The valleys gape like toothless age,Besnaggled by dead ...
I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here.And I strayed from the town and its dust and heat.And ...
Dead, all dead! The earth, the fields, lie stretchedIn sleep like weary toilers overdone.The valleys gape like toothless age,Besnaggled by ...
BE not discouraged, loved and struggling soul!The light is hazy, and the way is cold;Yet warmth shall come with climbing; ...
O ye quiet, solemn peopleOf the kingdom of the trees,Would I lived among your branches,Rocked and billowed by the breeze,For ...
My hands are in love,alas, my mouth loves -and see, I am suddenly awarethat things are so close to meI ...
They left in boarded-up trains.I escaped into a fairy tale.Tanks rolled down the street.I gazed at the birds.From the forts ...
Throughout the city, and the lands around, Soon ran the rumour that, from Israel's God, Moses a word had brought ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
I seen her once for just a jiff; it was a misty day,Wi' sea birds mewin' i' the rain an' ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill, As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed ...
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