The Meaning Of The Sea (Aleksandr Ivanovich Vvedensky Poems)
to make everything clearlive backwards take walks in the woodstearing hairwhen you recognize firein a lamp a stovesay wherefore you ...
to make everything clearlive backwards take walks in the woodstearing hairwhen you recognize firein a lamp a stovesay wherefore you ...
There be sweet wreaths upon the brow of spring,Thornless, as those which bloom in Paradise,And fresh as Love's first feelings,—bright, ...
One river from the mountain springs was born, Into three several streams its course was torn. For one ...
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
OH cruel England! standing coldly by, While groans of human creatures rend the sky. The mother's darling and the sister's ...
IEngland, I stand on thy imperial ground,Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,I feel within my blood old battles ...
WEEP , ye Heavens! weep, I say!My tears shall swell your gushing torrent!A deed most foul was done to-day,Which neither ...
BY the dark rolling tide of the world's troubled waters,I sat down and wept on the willowy shore;For the sin ...
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th'endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by ...
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature's curtain ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
The blatant horns blare strident sound; Delighted, you laugh and seize My passive arm, but I have found Content in ...
How rich, O Lord! how fresh thy visits are! 'Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung Sullied with ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought ...
When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but ...
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. That this huge stage presenteth nought ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever ...
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