The Country (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
The last day of July; for a thousand versts around, Russia, our nativeland.An unbroken blue flooding the whole sky; a ...
The last day of July; for a thousand versts around, Russia, our nativeland.An unbroken blue flooding the whole sky; a ...
For three long months continues the bombardment.The bloodstained Malakov withstands it still.The hoarse-voiced drum drives on the British redcoats.Once more ...
I: VISIONCharmed with the ceaseless music of the brook-Babbling with hope and with Youth's deathless song;Full with the joys of ...
Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the ...
The fierce musical cries of a couple of sparrowhawks huntingon the headland,Hovering and darting, their heads northwestward,Prick like silver arrows ...
Fair Trees, O keep from chattering soWhen I with my more fair do go Beneath your branches;For if I laugh with ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
The wind! the wind plays o'er the prison-bar, Still fresh from kissing the green forest-leaves;Rending the wheat-fields in the ...
I was born in the land where the Nemunas meanders,Where amber is cast by the sea on the sand,In the ...
The precision, I remember his motions helping me create the car the weight we added Balancing the shape the aerodynamics ...
The shape of the wood changing under my touch turning the block the square becoming a cylinder making a balsa ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
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