The Kalevala – Rune XLIX (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
RESTORATION OF THE SUN AND MOON.Thus has Fire returned to NorthlandBut the gold Moon is not shining,Neither gleams the silver ...
RESTORATION OF THE SUN AND MOON.Thus has Fire returned to NorthlandBut the gold Moon is not shining,Neither gleams the silver ...
IWhere the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky, Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,Where the dead ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
There was once a little animal,No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scamperedOver Tertiary rocks.They called him Eohippus,And ...
After night's thunder far away had rolledThe fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold,And in the perfect blue the ...
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
On the unstained sward of the gentle slope, Full of valor and nerved by hope, The infantry sways like a ...
As the poor schoolboy, when the slow-paced monthsHave brought vacation times, and one by oneHis playmates and companions all are ...
128Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning's flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
This is not exactly what I mean Any more than the sun is the sun. But how to mean more ...
(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers") O MY trade it is the rarest ...
Blood has been harder to dam back than water. Just when we think we have it impounded safe Behind new ...
No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leader's grim baton Arraigns it as it ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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