Anhelli – Chapter 11 (Juliusz Slowacki Poems)
And when they drew near to the burial ground Anhelli heard the hymn of the tombs,complaining, as it were a ...
And when they drew near to the burial ground Anhelli heard the hymn of the tombs,complaining, as it were a ...
'Twas merry Christmas when he came,Our little boy beneath the sod;And brighter burned the Christmas flame,And merrier sped the Christmas ...
How mournfully this burial-groundSleeps 'mid old Ocean's solemn sound,Who rolls his bright and sunny wavesAll round these deaf and silent ...
Methought that in a Burial-groundOne still, sad vernal day,Upon a little daisied moundI in a slumber lay;While faintly through my ...
The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten; We bear our fallen friend without a sound; Below the waiting legions lie ...
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his headgive a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.Age claps ...
Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. Those wise old elms could hear ...
Thine is a strain to read among the hills, The old and full of voices;??"by the source Of some free ...
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
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