Faris (Adam Mickiewicz Poems)
Like a gay skiff that flees the somber shoreAnd lilts again upon the crystal sea,Her wet breast stroking with caressing ...
Like a gay skiff that flees the somber shoreAnd lilts again upon the crystal sea,Her wet breast stroking with caressing ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
IRise up, Lord,And let Thine enemies be scattered,And let them that hate Thee flee before Thee!As the dispersion of smoke-drift,Thou ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
THE long-drawn bray of the assIn the Sicilian twilight--_All mares are dead!All mares are dead!Oh-h!Oh-h-h!Oh-h-h-h-h--h!!I can't bear it, I can't ...
I stood in a princely hall, and where Round me gather'd the brave and fair, Music in softest ...
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
(Written during the hostilities in the Far East in 1900.) Hard by the gates of Eden, Where ...
The blue eagle and the demon of the steppesin the last cab in BerlinLegitimate defenceof lost soulsthe red mill at ...
Down the road rides a German lad,Into the distance gray;Straight toward the north as a bullet flies,The dusky north, with ...
"Who tamed your lawless Tartar blood? What David bearded in her den The Russian bear in ages when You strode ...
IMPLACABLE as are thy arctic floes; Grim and gigantic as thy mountain height; Girt with thy pines for ...
Through the Steppes, see there he glances! Silent flood glad hailed by me,--Thy far distant sons do proffer Through ...
This monument presents unto your vieweA woman rare, in whom all grace divine,Faith, Love, Zeal, Piety, in splendid hue,With sacred ...
Russia, O my Russia, hail!Steeds as tempests flying,Howling of the distant wolves,Eagles high, shrill crying!Hail, my Russia, hail! Hail high!Hail ...
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
Under the crescent moon's faint glow The washerman's bat resounds afar, And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly. But my heart ...
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