The Armada Gun (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
An ancient cannon, finely cast. Of bronze, all smooth and green with age, A by-gone actor on the stage,Yet fit to take, ...
An ancient cannon, finely cast. Of bronze, all smooth and green with age, A by-gone actor on the stage,Yet fit to take, ...
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the ...
In the far-off Polar seas,Far beyond the Hebrides,Where the icebergs, towering high,Seem to pierce the wintry sky,And the fur-clad EsquimauxGlides ...
When I lived, many years ago, in Petersburg, every time I chanced to hire asledge, I used to get into ...
Some verses carol blithely as a bird,of violet and asphodel;While others slowly strike a funeral bell,Or call like clarionets till, ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
ILMARINEN'S WEDDING-FEAST.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Ancient dame of Sariola,While at work within her dwelling,Heard the whips crack on the fenlands,Heard ...
THE FROST-FIEND.Lemminkainen, reckless minstrel,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Hastens as the dawn is breaking,At the dawning of the morning,To the resting-place of vessels,To ...
ILMARINEN'S BRIDE OF GOLD.Ilmarinen, metal-worker,Wept one day, and then a second,Wept the third from morn till evening,O'er the death of ...
ILMARINEN'S FRUITLESS WOOING.Ilmarinen, the magician,The eternal metal-artist,Lays aside the golden image,Beauteous maid of magic metals;Throws the harness on his courser,Binds ...
MASTERED by desire impulsive,By a mighty inward urging,I am ready now for singing,Ready to begin the chantingOf our nation's ancient ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
For Michael Hamburger Barn owl daughter of snow, subject to the night wind, yet taking root with her talons in ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
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