The Kalevala – Rune XXXI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
O YE ancient and undisturbed Armenian plains of kind mornings,And ye, golden fields, rich orchards, and pastures smiling with life,Ye ...
DER SHENERAL SHERMAN holts oop on his coorse, He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. "Dere's a ...
Sun on the mountain,Shade in the valley,Ripple and lightnessLeaping along the world,Sun, like a gold swordPlucked from the scabbard,Striking the ...
When Phoebus had melted the sickles of ice,With a hey down, &c.And likewise the mountains of snow,Bold Robin Hood he ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
IN his wide fields walks the Master, In his fair fields, ripe for harvest, Where the evening sun shines slant-wise ...
Come, dear Heart!The fields are white to harvest: come and seeAs in a glass the timeless mysteryOf love, whereby we ...
If Mr. Jones, Lycurgus B.,Had one peculiar quality,'Twas his severe advocacyOf conjugal fidelity.His views of heaven were very free;His views ...
You don't love me... I have never appealed to you...Was never your type...And my hard eyes annoy you, my darling...I'm ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
"Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar, O'er fields ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid to ...
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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