To My First Love (Khristo Botev Poems)
Put aside that song of love,do not fill my heart with pain -I'm young but I don't know of youthand ...
Put aside that song of love,do not fill my heart with pain -I'm young but I don't know of youthand ...
HOW slowly creeps the hand of TimeOn the old clock's green-mantled face!Yea, slowly as those ivies climb,The hours roll round ...
DOWN harvest headlands the fairy host Of the poppy banners have flashed and fled, The lilies have faded like ghost ...
The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,Like congregations rustling down to prayer,While Solitude, ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
THE ISLE OF REFUGE.Lemminkainen, full of joyance,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Took provisions in abundance,Fish and butter, bread and bacon,Hastened to the Isle ...
ILMARINEN'S WEDDING-FEAST.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Ancient dame of Sariola,While at work within her dwelling,Heard the whips crack on the fenlands,Heard ...
THE FROST-FIEND.Lemminkainen, reckless minstrel,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Hastens as the dawn is breaking,At the dawning of the morning,To the resting-place of vessels,To ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
DEDICATIONQUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song The richest crown a poet ever wore, Since ...
In the old raftered loftWhere the winds blowLike thin querulous voicesOut of long ago,And the cobwebs swayTo and fro, to ...
Moses, man of God, surveys without pride the Land of Canaan .The Promised Land, where his tomb shall not lie. ...
Ere yet upon the unhappy Arctic lands, In dying autumn, Erebus descends With the night's thousand hours, along ...
OPEN the beautiful gates of the West,A chariot of gold is waiting the guestWho, for twelve rolling moons, has been ...
Nightingales warble about it, All night under blossom and star;The wild swan is dying without it, And the eagle crieth ...
When before those eyes, my life and light,my beauty and fortune in the world, I stand,the style, speech, passion, genius ...
The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers, (Winter has given them gold for silver To stain ...
I wonder, if I read the ancient words, his words of prayer, of instruction How we are to pray this ...
I The Moon is like a ping-pong ball; I lean against the orchard wall, And see it soar into the ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
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