Oh, How Silent Is the Nature (Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems)
Oh, how silent is the nature,It only looks and only hears,The people's spirit in a raptureClings to a freedom — ...
Oh, how silent is the nature,It only looks and only hears,The people's spirit in a raptureClings to a freedom — ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod! Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth? Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, Trowin ...
Now, while she's changing, said the Dean, "Her bridal for her traveling dress, I'll preach allegiance to your queen! Preaching's ...
Do you remember the dark pool at Nimes, The pool that had no bottom? Shadowed by Druids ere the Romans ...
They say beautiful were those timesWhen in a golden pillar rose the sacred flames And Rome looked to white virgins ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
A DRUID. SWEET smiles the May! The forest gay From frost and ice is freed; No snow is found, Glad ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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