As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows (Ivan Bunin Poems)
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadowsThe sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,And in ...
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadowsThe sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,And in ...
But when Endymion, wandering alone,With youth and love of loveliness forlorn,Being greatly sorrowful with beauty, cameUpon the silence of a ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
I heard beneath my feet the clear sharp ring Of grinding rail and wheel,I felt, as on we sped with ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore,The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore.Cold, white, against the ...
Spring is come, and shades departLighter beats each human heart;Ghost-like snow-is fleeting slow,And the green spring-grasses grow.Streams, that long have ...
When things are holding wonted paceIn wonted paths, without a traceOr hint of neighbouring wonder,Sometimes, from other realms, a tone,A ...
I have had playmates, I have had companions,In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days—All, all are gone, the ...
One hour: as dim he and his house now lookAs a reflection in a rippling brook,While I remember him; but ...
In the season of the waning moonTHE king of song is dying while the moonSinks pale into illimitable space,And the ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
I would to God, that mine old age might have Before my last, but here a living grave; Some one ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
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