The Kalevala – Rune XIII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
LEMMINIKAINEN'S SECOND WOOING.Spake the ancient LemminkainenTo the hostess of Pohyola:"Give to me thy lovely daughter,Bring me now thy winsome maiden,Bring ...
LEMMINIKAINEN'S SECOND WOOING.Spake the ancient LemminkainenTo the hostess of Pohyola:"Give to me thy lovely daughter,Bring me now thy winsome maiden,Bring ...
I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy ...
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
How abundant was autumn this year… Its heroic suns and blessings, After our pains, our ashes and deaths, Have filled ...
There's a trade you all know well — It's bringing cattle over:I'll tell you all about the time ...
Father, dear Father, come home with me nowThe clock in the steeple strikes oneWe've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles, ...
Amphion e'en hard Stones did move) Appease the stubborn Anger of my Love, And move her harder Heart. And thou, ...
The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Eastern village passedA youth who bore, through dust and heat,A stencil-plate, ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
Time was when spring returned we wentTo find another home to rent;We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,And bigger rooms and wider ...
Back to the green deeps of the outer bay The red and amber currents glide and cringe, Diminishing behind a luminous fringe Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray. Stealthily, in the old reluctant way, The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile, To glitter in the sun a golden while. Far down the flats, a phantom sharply grey, The herring weir emerges, quick with spoil. Slowly the tide forsakes it. Then draws near, Descending from the farm-house on the height, A cart, with gaping tubs. The oxen toil Sombrely o'er the level to the weir, And drag a long black trail across the light.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
LADY, when you say you'll comeTuesday morn to do our washing, Tell us if there isn't some Way to know ...
From early morning-nonsenseWith tubs and troughs and strain,With dampness in the eveningAnd sunsets in the rain.Deep sighing of the darknessAnd ...
The cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these graves ...
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea ...
To Certain Poets About to Die TAKE your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, Over the dead child of a ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
The cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these graves ...
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