The Poet’s Dead (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -He fell, by rumor slandered,Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,Hanging ...
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -He fell, by rumor slandered,Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,Hanging ...
TELL me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment ...
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
I can not recall his heyday; for I knew him in the dayWhen his curly hair had thinned a bit, ...
Courage, dear Moll, and drive away despair. Mopsa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, In spite of age, ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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