The Kalevala – Rune XVI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the leaves' generations, ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
August 7: 1645Cold blue cloud on the hill-tops,Cold buffets of hill-side rain:--As a bird that they hunt on the mountains,The ...
Air — "Lochiel's awa' to France."Their nest was in the leafy bush,Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,And Robins ...
The bushmen call me "Cranky Fan," Because my strange erratic flightSeems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright;But ...
Well, what tidings today? said the bee To the burgeoning rose."You are young, yet already you see Much of life, ...
The wise thrush, the wise thrush, she choseth well her tree, Made her nest in the laurel's leafy shade. But ...
Beside an incubator stoodThe would-be mother of a brood.With drooping wings and nodding head,These are the clucked-out words she said:"O, ...
SAY did the scent of flesh thy feet allure, Gaunt wolf? — go back, no prey for thee is here:Track ...
HOW mony times have I told theeNiver to fasten t' stable doorAt t' edge o' dark on t' shortenin' neets?Leave ...
A Triton, drowsy as the god of Sleep, From horn uplifted pours a limpid stream Athwart whose falling drops the ...
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away From the files ...
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
I've fond anticipation of a day O'erfilled with pure diversion presently, For I must read a lady poesy The while ...
In Wall Street once a potent power, And now a multi-millionaire Alone within a shady bower In clothes his valet ...
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