The personal, grown-up song of Ynurti Yantune (Lyubov Nenyang Poems)
Never in my life have I taken anythingWithout askingNor have I stolen the tiniest little thingFrom anybody Like everybody, I have ...
Never in my life have I taken anythingWithout askingNor have I stolen the tiniest little thingFrom anybody Like everybody, I have ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
Life is not all for effort: there are hours,When fancy breaks from the exacting will,And rebel though takes schoolboy's holiday,Rejoicing ...
WHEN the years grew worse, and the tribe longed soreFor a kinsman bred to the white man's lore,To the Mission ...
Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,When Danny rode in the Hunters' PlateOn Enniskillen, the raking grey-A mighty jumper, ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of the burdens I am bearin',An' I grumble when I'm footsore at the rough road ...
When we've honored the heroes returning from France,When we've mourned for the heroes who fell,When we've done all we can ...
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we ...
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we ...
"In Westertown a statue rules the square,The settler as the sculptor visioned him.Nor slender, nor yet massive; sinewy,Bearded, erect, broad ...
Down through the tomb's inward arch He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber: the ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, I read your ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
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