Herva (Anna Seward Poems)
AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR. ARUNIC DIALOGUE. HERVA. ARGANTYR, wake!--to thee I call,Hear from thy dark sepulchral hall!'Mid the Forest's ...
AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR. ARUNIC DIALOGUE. HERVA. ARGANTYR, wake!--to thee I call,Hear from thy dark sepulchral hall!'Mid the Forest's ...
Voice of the gifted elder time!Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme!Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose,How ...
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call- Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall; ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
The champions had come from their fields of war,Over the crests of the billows far,They had brought back the spoils ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: —"Lo, now, this sea-booty, son of Healfdene,Lord of Scyldings, we've lustily brought thee,sign of glory; ...
A sultry eve pursu'd a sultry day;Dark streaks of purple in the sky were seen,And shadows half conceal'd the lonely ...
Thou'rt gone!–thou'rt slumb'ring low, With the sounding seas above thee; It is but a restless wo, But a ...
The long days came and went; the riotous beesTore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,And men grew faint ...
Where the short-legged EsquimauxWaddle in the ice and snow,And the playful Polar bearNips the hunter unaware;Where by day they track ...
A lad, who twenty tongues can talkAnd sixty miles a day can walk;Drink at a draught a pint of rum,And ...
I rested my head upon Elvir Hill's side, and my eyes werebeginning to slumber; That moment there rose up before ...
On Dovrefeld, in Norway,Were once together seenThe twelve heroic brothersOf Ingeborg, the queen:And they were all magicians,Possest of mighty art,Who ...
O the force of Runic verses, O the mighty strength of songCannot baffle all the curses Which to mortal state ...
A piece of bone, found at Trondhjem in 1901, with the following runic inscription (about A.D. 1050) cut on it: ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the ...
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