The Kalevala – Rune XLII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
CAPTURE OF THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,With the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,With the reckless son of Lempo,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,On the sea's smooth ...
CAPTURE OF THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,With the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,With the reckless son of Lempo,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,On the sea's smooth ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.When the marriage was completed,When the many guests had feasted,At the wedding of the Northland,At the Dismal-land carousal,Spake ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
BIRTH OF THE HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Onward steered his goodly vessel,From the isle of Lemminkainen,From the borders of the village;Steered his ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Swam through all the deep-sea waters,Floating like a branch of aspen,Like a withered twig of willow;Swam ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
BIRTH OF WAINAMOINEN.In primeval times, a maiden,Beauteous Daughter of the Ether,Passed for ages her existenceIn the great expanse of heaven,O'er ...
BIRTH OF THE NINE DISEASES.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Heard the word in Sariola,Heard the Dews with ears of envy,That Wainola ...
The terrible night-watch is over,I turn where I lie,To eastward my dim eyes discoverFaint streaks in the sky ;Faint streaks ...
(MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 1800) I mind it was but yesterday:The sun was dim, the air was chill;Below the town, below the ...
Often I think of my man that's dead, When I look o'er the salt sea-foam;It was forty years since ...
Sea-scents, wild-rose scents, Bay and barberry too, Drench the wind, the Maine wind, That gulls are dipping ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast, And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in ...
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