The Conquest Of Finland (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
ACROSS the frozen marshesThe winds of autumn blow,And the fen-lands of the WetterAre white with early snow.But where the low, ...
ACROSS the frozen marshesThe winds of autumn blow,And the fen-lands of the WetterAre white with early snow.But where the low, ...
Das Wetter ist veraenderlich,Veraenderlich, wie meine Schoenen.Umsonst, o Freund, bemueht man sich,Nach Regeln beide zu gewoehnen.Drum lass dein Wetterprophezein,Wie ich ...
O fluche, Freund, nicht alles WetterAuf deinen eigensinngen Vetter.Schmaelt er manchmal; so lass es sein.Er hat ja guten Wein.Auch fluche ...
The storm came up so very quickIt couldn't have been quicker.I should have brought my hat along,I should have brought ...
The heavens are draining,it's raining and raining,and everything couldn't be wetter,and things are so badthat we ought to be glad:because ...
Down the stream the swans all glide;It's quite the cheapest way to ride.Their legs get wet,Their tummies wetter:I think after ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
VEN de winter make oos shifer Und de bonds is froze mit ice, To shlide und shkate on de rifer, ...
HE sits in bivouacke, By fire, peneat' de drees; A pottle of champagner Held shently on his knees; His lange ...
De moon shines ofer de cloudlens, Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea, Und I vent to Coney Island, Und ...
I might wish the world were better,I might sit around and sighFor a water that is wetterAnd a bluer sort ...
I AM now,--what joy to hear it!-- Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit Do whate'er by ...
"Gabble-gabble,. brethren,. gabble-gabble!" My window frames forest and heather. I hardly hear the tuneful babble, Not knowing nor much caring ...
When outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter-skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter? Shall I make ...
Turning the sod creating the garden where the ledge grew nothing but stone lines in the granite the beautiful vein ...
Life as we know it hangs in the balance if the predictions, the fear, come to pass, if the ice ...
The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
So how is life with your new bloke? Simpler, I bet. Just one stroke of his quivering oar and the ...
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