The Kalevala – Rune II (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
ILMARINEN'S WEDDING-FEAST.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Ancient dame of Sariola,While at work within her dwelling,Heard the whips crack on the fenlands,Heard ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer ...
If ever the time comes for me to dieTake a white birchwood table out there to the river,Set it up ...
GUZARTI BARSAAT AATEY JAADOn KE NARM LAMHEYHAWAAOn MEIn TITLIYOn KE MAANIND UD RAHEY HAInMAIn APNEY SEENEY MEIn DIL KI AAWAAZ ...
We lay upon a flowery hill Close by the railway lines,Apollo dusted gold on us ...
The leaves are many under my feet,And drift one way.Their scent of death is weary and sweet.A flight of them ...
Harp of Cnoc I'Chosgair, you who bring sleepto eyes long sleepless;sweet subtle, plangent, glad, cooling grave.Excellent instrument with smooth gentle ...
(_In Old England_) What is he whispering to her there Under the hedge-row spray? "Spring, Spring, Spring?"--Is the world ...
Please God, forsake your water and dry bread,And fling the bitter cress you eat aside.Put by your rosary. In Mary's ...
Here-now-our age of socialism!Here in the thick of life below.Today in the name of things to beInto the future forth ...
Maytime, loveliest season,Loud bird-parley, new growth green,Ploughs in furrow, oxen yoked,Emerald sea, land-hues dappled.When cuckoos call from fair tree-topsGreater grows ...
A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze That loves the melody of murmuring boughs, Cool shades, green acreage, and antique ...
WITHIN a wood, no farther from the sea Than you might hear the waves dash audibly, These flowers grew; the ...
There runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is-- An hour out Guildford town, Above the ...
I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear; I do not note the grassy ...
From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven; On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling; And, after a night of ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, They fail as husbands and as wives, Therefore they cynically disparage Everybody else's marriage. (Ogden Nash)
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a ...
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