The Kalevala – Rune XX (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing, And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May —Oh! to ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
I.HONEY-FLOWERS to the honey-comb, And the honey-bee's from home.A honey-comb and a honey-flower, And the bee shall have his hour.A ...
Little Dame Spider had finished her spinning, Just as the warm summer day was beginning, And the white ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
I.Merry chimer, merry chimer,Oh, sing once more,Again outpour,Like some long-applauded mimer,All thy vocal store.II.Thy short but oft-repeated song,At early dawn,Awakes ...
Listen to the tawny thief, Hid beneath the waxen leaf, Growling at his fairy host, Bidding her ...
Noon! and in the garden bowerThe hot air quivers o'er the grass,The little lake is smooth as glassAnd still so ...
Listen to the tawny thief,Hid beneath the waxen leaf,Growling at his fairy host,Bidding her with angry boastFill his cup with ...
When the white rose and the red spill their leaves upon the way, Make a scented path to tread through ...
The honey-bee that wanders all day long, The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant ...
THINK not I roam afield With heart untrue; The gifts my rambles yield Are all for you. The bird must ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
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