Thoughts At A Vestibule (Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov Poems)
Here's a vestibule. On holidaysOvercome by slavish fear,The whole population, in a state of awe,Rushes to the sacred doors.Having left ...
Here's a vestibule. On holidaysOvercome by slavish fear,The whole population, in a state of awe,Rushes to the sacred doors.Having left ...
With heart disposed to memory, let me standNear this monarch and this minstrel of the land,Now that Dian leans so ...
Do you remember the wood, love, That skirted the meadow so green;Where the cooing was heard of the stock-dove, And the sunlight ...
Why into that darkened chamber Walk you with such noiseless tread?No slumbering one will awaken-- The sheeted form is dead.Why gaze on ...
Little bare feet, sunburned and brown,Patterin', patterin' up and down,Dancin' over the kitchen floor,Light as the foam-flakes on the shore,--Right ...
INot believing in the Resurrection,we strolled in the cemetery.-- You know, the earth everywherereminds me of those hills. . . ...
Come forth, O rain! from thy cool, distant hall,And lave the parched brow of the feverish earth,The little drooping flow'rets ...
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
The skies are blue and the sun is out and the grass is green and soft And the ...
"You do not know it, little man,In your summer coat of tanAnd your legs bereft of hoseAnd your peeling, sunburned ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the ...
(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment) I would be one with ...
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