There Is A Land Where Rivers Flow (Pranas Vaicaitis Poems)
There is a land where rivers flowThrough humming forests merrilyAnd babble gaily as they goWhile tuneful skylarks sing in glee.There ...
There is a land where rivers flowThrough humming forests merrilyAnd babble gaily as they goWhile tuneful skylarks sing in glee.There ...
IMy treasure -Two seas,The fertile plains,The bright clear sky,A million melodic skylarks,Trees, rivers, waves.In my solitude I cry out:To whom ...
She stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
Sweet is the highroad when the skylarks call, When we and Love go rambling through the land. But shall we still walk ...
Adolescence of day first lily of joyThe ancient myrtle flutters its flagThe breast of skylarks shall open to the lightAnd ...
In a glade of an elfin forest When Sussex was Eden-new, I came on an elvish painter And watched as ...
From the dark gorge, where burns the morning star, I hear the glacier river rattling onAnd sweeping o'er his ice-ploughed ...
Home to old Saddleworth, home once more,How my heart is stirred to its innermost core;For I've been roaming and it's ...
It is the skylark come. For shame!Robert-a-Cockney is thy name:Robert-a-Field would surely knowThat skylarks, bless them, never go!* * *Love ...
'Mid wattle scents and sounds of Spring,The old man, dreaming in his chair,Is back where skylarks soar and singIn sunshine, ...
YEAR after year the cowslips fill the meadow, Year after year the skylarks thrill the air, Year after year, in ...
To G. W. C.LONG, long ago, in the sweet Roman springThrough the bright morning air we slowly strolled,And in the ...
O the breasts of youthO the pallid waters of the fig-eatersThe cobblestones echo with the steps of morning peopleThicket of ...
The skylarks are far behind that sang over the down;I can hear no more those suburb nightingales;Thrushes and blackbirds sing ...
When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white cloudsDrew their own shadowy purple across the hills,Darkening the valley where the ...
Even on the smallest islands, they are tilling the fields, skylarks singing. (Kobayashi Issa)
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting ...
I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love), I said: Let me fall or stand, ...
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