The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern’s Beckoners (James Russell Lowell Poems)
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and froAs free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such ...
(From a Persian Carpet)Ash and strewments, the first moth-wings, paleArdour of brief evenings, on the fecund wind;Or all a wing, ...
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
For Sára Karig "You are so wise," the reindeer said, "you can bind the winds of the world in a ...
Beyond the fields at the edge of the woods stones scattered cast into the brush. Gathering the stones together creating ...
Because I was a woman lone And had of friends so few, I made two little ones my own, Whose ...
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