Dialogue With.. (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
A Singer stands in festive attire,Clasps to his bosom warm a lyre,And plucks the strings, enraptured."How play you my tunes, ...
A Singer stands in festive attire,Clasps to his bosom warm a lyre,And plucks the strings, enraptured."How play you my tunes, ...
A song to JennyWhy do the bushes dance and swirl,Why do the May-wreaths stray to heel,Why arches Heaven forever higher,And ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
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