The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger) (George Borrow Poems)
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
CAPTURE OF THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,With the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,With the reckless son of Lempo,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,On the sea's smooth ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.When the marriage was completed,When the many guests had feasted,At the wedding of the Northland,At the Dismal-land carousal,Spake ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
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 ...
BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Long reflecting, sang these measures:"It is now the time befittingTo awaken joy and gladness,Time ...
PRONE where maples widely spreadI watch the far blue overhead,Where little pillowy clouds ariseFrom naught to die before my eyes;Within ...
I STOOMPLED oud ov a dafern, Breauscht mit a gallon of wein, Und I rooshed along de strassen, Like a ...
"IWe went walking in the morning just before the sun was rising.Sad the orchard, sad our thoughts were, sad too ...
THE grey old church is solemn in the sheen Of noonday--half its reverend beauty won From that blind, silent, lifeless ...
THE sun is setting--not in colours gay, But pure as when he blazed with noonday heat; The upland path is ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
I. No one's serious at seventeen. --On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade And loud, blinding cafés are the last ...
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