The Kalevala – Rune XLVIII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
Caleb went, as was his custom, On a quiet Sunday morn,To the house of prayer and worship, Thither by devotion ...
"Just as day began to dawnGilgamesh addressed his friend, saying: ""Enkidu, your mother, the gazelle, and your father, ...
Begotten by the meeting of rock with rock, The mating of rock and rock, rocks gnashing together; Created so, and ...
(_Peradeniya, Ceylon_)IThe sun moves here as a master-mage of nature all day long, With fingers of heat and light that ...
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,O Satan, take pity on my ...
Millions busily toil, that the human race may continue; But by only a few is propagated our kind. Thousands ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
That day i finished A small piece For an obscure magazine I popped it in the box And such a ...
That day i finished A small piece For an obscure magazine I popped it in the box And such a ...
Millions busily toil, that the human race may continue; But by only a few is propagated our kind. Thousands of ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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