The Alpine Hunter (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look,Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round the ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look,Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round the ...
Chequered with sunshine and shade-the umbrage of white clouds in motion-Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their ...
From the Modern Persian._The greater and the lesser ills:_ He waved his grey hand wearily Back to the anger of ...
Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to wander In forest paths, o'erarched with oak and beech; Where ...
Where huge rock buttresses bear up the clouds, With all their floating reservoirs of rain; Where the wide ...
THE moon was up last night, and all the earthWas gay under the favor of her face;Secure from wandering footsteps, ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
The power to move mountains or the power to remove mountains such is the power compared juxtaposed with love, with ...
Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro' the clefts, itself has ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER Dame du ciel, regents terrienne, Emperiere des infemaux palus.... Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithal ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look, Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
THEY bathed in the fire-flooded fountains: Life girdled them round and about: They slept in the clefts of the mountains: ...
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago You died and I buried you deep under ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night I sought through the vales where ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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