Mnemosyne (Friedrich Holderlin Poems)
The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,That things crawl off in the ...
The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,That things crawl off in the ...
I.Night, with her power to silence day,Filled up my lonely room,Quenching all sounds but one that layBeyond her passing doom,Where ...
We should not sit us down and sigh, My girl, whose brow a fane appears, Whose steadfast eyes look royally ...
Above my head the great pine-branches tower;Backwards and forwards each to the other bends,Beckoning the tempest-cloud which hither wendsLike a ...
Dance little baby, dance up high,Never mind baby, mother is by;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There little baby, there you ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
i don't know what you're up to yet but for me you wouldn't exist (not on this page anyway - ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
He chanted a song of wizardry, Of piercing, opening, of treachery, Revealing, uncovering, betraying. Then sudden Felagund there swaying Sang ...
Dance little baby, dance up high, Never mind baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There little ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
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