Two Stanzas (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fondof poetry,that if some weeks passed by without ...
There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fondof poetry,that if some weeks passed by without ...
What if we still carry shame on our forehead,Marks of the whip, signs of bondage abhorrent;What if remembrance of infamous ...
Forgive me, dressing gown! My friend in idle bliss,Comrade of leisure, a witness to my secret thoughts!With you I knew ...
And passing further they beheld many men pale and tortured,whose names are known in the fatherland.And they came to a ...
Once 'mid group of native mountains Hot dispute arose,Elbrus, angry, did with Kasbek Argument propose."Now beware!" the hoary Elbrus, Warning did exclaim--"To enslave ...
'Neath a giant tentOf the heavens blue,Stretch the verdant Steppes;Range beyond the view.On the distant rimLift the outlines proud,Of their ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
When the Shaman had calmed the weeping of Anhelli,he left the fishermen and set out into the wilderness.And the moon ...
I was sitting at the open window… in the morning, the early morning ofthe first of May.The dawn had not ...
We love our noisy feasts,We love our wine and gaietyAnd we'll not let mere social tasksDestroy the gifts of wild, ...
I feel I'd like to be alonewith you, friend, if you'll stay:my time on earth is nearly gone;at least that's ...
The tsar our little father had grown old, very old. Now he could not even strangle a dove with his ...
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
DERR BREITMANN hear im Turkenreich Vas fighten high und low, "Steh auf, oh Schwackenhammer mein! It's dime for us to ...
If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,A man might find the night there more stirring than ...
"ChorusSix years have flown by like a dream,Embraced by sweet silence,And already the motherland thundersIts call: go forth, sons! ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
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