The Kalevala – Rune VI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.Pohyola's fair and winsome daughter,Glory of the land and water,Sat upon the bow of heaven,On its highest ...
ILMARINEN'S FRUITLESS WOOING.Ilmarinen, the magician,The eternal metal-artist,Lays aside the golden image,Beauteous maid of magic metals;Throws the harness on his courser,Binds ...
THE MOTHER'S COUNSEL.Ahti, hero of the Islands,Wild magician, Lemminkainen,Also known as Kaukomieli,Hastened from the great carousal,From the banquet-halls of Louhi,From ...
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,Reverly and wild to-do -They shake the inn from floor to rafterWith huzzahing and halloo.There Twardowski heads ...
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
Let the dark mountain shake to the thunder Where the wild horses trample the fern,Let the deep vales ...
They brought her to the crowded paddock, The red sun glinting on skin like jet,Lightning, the winner of twenty ...
I think upon the conquering Greek who ran(Brave was the racer!) that brave race of old—Swifter than hope his feet ...
Horses and men are just alike.There was my stallion, Billy Lee,Black as a cat and trim as a deer,With an ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
The precision, I remember his motions helping me create the car the weight we added Balancing the shape the aerodynamics ...
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Horses and men are just alike. There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
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