Lucinda (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
A BalladLife seems wed to gaietyAs the dancers tread the measure.Each feels chosen speciallyFor the sacred vows to pleasure.Rosy cheeks ...
A BalladLife seems wed to gaietyAs the dancers tread the measure.Each feels chosen speciallyFor the sacred vows to pleasure.Rosy cheeks ...
'At last he is dead'So the wondering, horror-struck neighbours said, A skilful touch of his knife Has cut the thread of a ...
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
IN my country laid in ruins, where the wrecks of churches, thrones,Grand buildings, crowns and palaces upon the ground are ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwineRapture must render each glance bright and ...
NOW seated secure round this bright cheery fire,A ditty from me why so earnest require?A tale full of horrors, you ...
A Report, though false, at that time generally believed. FALLEN are thy towers, Byzantium! towers that stoodBefore the Turk's dread ...
"Silent he stalk'd, and ever and anon He shudder'd, and turn'd back, saying, ""Who follows?"" Horror had blanch'd his check; ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
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