The Kalevala – Rune XII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
When the scheming Fusion fewSought to snare the Lib'ral crew,It was plain for all to view ...
I met a wizened woman As I walked on the heath, She had an old black bonnet Her small eyes ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The judgment of the law never measuring up the burden of guilt heavy on my mind Hobbled in our walk ...
The things in his home the possession that he had collected his accumulated wealth like spoiled grains in the silos ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
This laboring through what is still undone, as though, legs bound, we hobbled along the way, is like the akward ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
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