“An American girl of twenty” (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
An American girl of twentyShould reach Egypt,Forgetting the advice from the Titanic,Asleep on the bottom, gloomier than the crypt.In America ...
An American girl of twentyShould reach Egypt,Forgetting the advice from the Titanic,Asleep on the bottom, gloomier than the crypt.In America ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
IMASEFIELD (HIMSELF)GOD said, and frowned, as He looked onShropshire clay:"Alone, 'twont do; composite, would I makeThis man-child rare; 'twere well, ...
Oh, for those days that had no doubt, When I, a simple village laddie,Sang with much glee the rhyme about ...
Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe. —CarlyleSome half-a-dozen years or so, When life had yet no crown of iron,I took ...
I sit by the narrow window, Ere the summer sunlight dies,And before me the "Faust" of Goethe, In its strange, ...
Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who ...
Ah, what to me is Homer's song With Greek and Trojan life alive,Virgil's that flood-like bears along The fall of ...
When I died, the circulating libraryWhich I built up for Spoon River,And managed for the good of inquiring minds,Was sold ...
A Faust in colours with the good and ill For ever at their conflict, dumb of speech, Nor drawing gladiator-like ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
(* This ballad is also introduced in Faust, where it is sung by Margaret.) IN Thule lived a monarch, Still ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
When I died, the circulating library Which I built up for Spoon River, And managed for the good of inquiring ...
The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The ...
Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day. Round him in ...
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