The Kalevala – Proem (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
MASTERED by desire impulsive,By a mighty inward urging,I am ready now for singing,Ready to begin the chantingOf our nation's ancient ...
MASTERED by desire impulsive,By a mighty inward urging,I am ready now for singing,Ready to begin the chantingOf our nation's ancient ...
ON SEEING IT ENTANGLED ON THE TABLE OF A NEGLIGENT FEMALE. ON Celia's toilet, spread with trinkets gay,A skein of ...
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
Is it parting with the roundnessOf the smoothly moulded cheek?Is it losing from the dimplesHalf the flashing joy they speak?Is ...
In those days the oatfields' fenced-in vats of running platinum, the yellower alloy of wheat and barley, whose end, however ...
It's always August.Before sunuphe leaves the scaffoldand enters the worldof office workers:the raffles of forms,the committeesof pencils,the muted staples.Now he ...
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The bills ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
That sweet subtle wonderful smell of spring, of renewal, of beauty, in the tiny flowers, the bunches bundles of pristine ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my ...
Perhaps I asked too large -- I take -- no less than skies -- For Earths, grow thick as Berries, ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. ...
'Twas in a village in Lorraine Whose name I quite forget, I found I needfully was fain To buy a ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully ...
The 27th Regiment has mutinied at Kalapore; That was the substance of a telegram, which caused great uproar, At Sattara, ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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