The Kalevala – Rune XLI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,Laves his hands to snowy whiteness,Sits upon the rock of joyance,On the stone of song ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,Laves his hands to snowy whiteness,Sits upon the rock of joyance,On the stone of song ...
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 ...
WHAT doest thou here, fair rose, on rocky shore Opening thy pure and scented breast to blushIn these rude wilds, ...
Nature is but the outward vestibuleWhich God has placed before an unseen shrine,The Visible is but a fair, bright valeThat ...
WHERE are now the Captains Of the narrow ships of old Who with valiant souls went seeking For the Fabled ...
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where ...
From kauri-clad WairoaRich in her tropic charms, -Otago's rugged stations, -And Canterbury's farms;From where the West Coast minersToil for the ...
See where the allied armies camped,Where plumed and painted dancers tramped—'Tis still the same, the same wild scene,As though the ...
Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all,To pour from out my secret dell Echo ...
I gazed at the azure-hued mantle of heaven, The measureless depths of ethereal space;I gazed at the clouds, so invisibly ...
Whence, O my soul! and wherefore, art thou come?Mysterious inmost! tell me what art thou?Where in the by-gone ages was ...
(Eugene Field) THE lights are all low, for the sun's in the west, But where is the singer that lulled ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
They told to Marie Antoinette: "The beggers at your gate Have eyes too sad for tears to wet, And for ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
"HALT! Who goes there?" The sentry's call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll ...
Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand Upraised ...
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