The Joyful Man Franz (Aleksandr Ivanovich Vvedensky Poems)
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endureFrom the next glance a double calentureOf fire and lust! Two flames, two ...
O, you shall live in a great stone hall,In a parkland fair and wide,With many a servant to do your ...
Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breastWhen love first enters there, a timid guest;Before her dazzled eyes gay ...
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument, Contains all that was sweet and innocent ; The softest pratler that e'er ...
Mourn, O you Loves and Cupidsand such of you as love beauty:my girl's sparrow is dead,sparrow, the girl's delight,whom she ...
You'll dine well, in a few days, with me,if the gods are kind to you, my dear Fabullus,and if you ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
About the sweet bag of a bee Two cupids fell at odds, And whose the pretty prize should be They ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
IN youth before I waxed old. The blynd boy Venus baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter ...
Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled ...
Far o'er the waves my lofty Bark shall glide, Love's frequent sighs the flutt'ring sails shall swell, While to my ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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