Morning (Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov Poems)
You're unhappy, sick at heart:Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.Nature can but mirrorThe surrounding poverty.All is ever drear ...
You're unhappy, sick at heart:Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.Nature can but mirrorThe surrounding poverty.All is ever drear ...
The fence is quite dry, and the sprouting peonyWith its little red beak through the flowerbed pecks.In the farmyard the ...
When I was a child I knew red minersdressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.I saw them come down red hills ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
I've ridden nigh a thousand leagues upon two bands of steel,And it takes a grizzled Westerner to know just how ...
How good to come again by gay red coachThrough mile on mile of country white with snow,Past grey-green hangars where ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
Hidden after springtime the budding of the trees unseen in the summer until they lose their leaves Haystacks in the ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
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