Winter Journey Over The Hartz Mountain (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
LIKE the vultureWho on heavy morning cloudsWith gentle wing reposingLooks for his prey,—Hover, my song!For a God hathUnto each prescribedHis ...
LIKE the vultureWho on heavy morning cloudsWith gentle wing reposingLooks for his prey,—Hover, my song!For a God hathUnto each prescribedHis ...
Our canoe idles in the idling currentOf the tree and vine and rush enclosedBackwater of a torpid midwestern stream;Revolves slowly, ...
Deep and resilient,strange and foreign to native fordsI possess an iridescent spanarching toward the peoples.It is so powerful in meand ...
Br-r-ram-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter-Am, the world's my oyster.I hate plastic, wear it black and slick,hate hardhats, wear one ...
Down through the woods, along the wayThat fords the stream; by rock and tree,Where in the bramble-bell the beeSwings; and ...
They tell me that your hearthas been found in Iowa,pumping along Interstate 35.Do you want it back?When the cold comes ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd,And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd,The crystal Trent for fords ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.Osmotar, the bride-instructor,Gives the wedding-guests this counsel,Speaks these measures to the bridegroom:"Ilmarinen, artist-brother,Best of all my hero-brothers,Of my ...
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
Take down your old gun, Uncle Sammy, All your pockets with cartridges cram; The war fogs that ...
Morn, and a world of wonder! Oh, the timeOf winds like trumpet calls, and seas that gleam,And sounding sunlit roads ...
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat, And slender ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
O who will give me tears? Come, all ye springs, Dwell in my head and eyes; come, clouds and rain; ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd, And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd, The crystal Trent ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
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