From Birute Hill (Maironis Poems)
Rolling wind-driven breakers ashore from the west,Splash my breast with the chill of your waves, or to meGrant your power ...
Rolling wind-driven breakers ashore from the west,Splash my breast with the chill of your waves, or to meGrant your power ...
The inward pleasure of our human soul Oweth no homage to the tyrant Will: Whether the roving spirit take its fill Of strange ...
Ah, I am leaving Alexandriaand will not see it for a long time!I will see Cyprus, dear to the Goddess,I ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
In his village greyAt foot of the dykes, that encompass himWith weary weaving of curves and linesToward the sea outstretching ...
LYSANDER.THE sun had thrown its noontide ray Amid the flowers, and scorch'd the plains, Which panted for refreshing rains; While ...
Now that the gods are dead-where shall we find us a god?Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the ...
Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,Glad summer, fare thee well!Thou'rt singing thy last melodiesIn every wood and dell.But ere the golden ...
Dear day, of all the high-days of the year Most ...
In my father's house! The wordsBring sweet cadence to my ears.Wandering thoughts, like homing birds,Fly all swiftly down the years,To ...
The Earth Speaks:HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,While my quiet arms I keepClose about him in his sleep.Once he glanced at ...
When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand And deliver his summons, at last;When my brow feels the ...
Young Reader!-for most surely to the old These loose, uneven thinkings can but seem Unlifelike and unreal as a dream,- ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
(after hiroshige - stations of oi) here at the sixty-ninth station of the gregokaido road i have a sense of ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links ...
PASSERS-BY, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where ...
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
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