Death’s Genius (Johannes Carsten Hauch Poems)
Oh you who weep, brush all your tears aside!And you who mourn, recall grief won't abide!For you'll know rest when ...
Oh you who weep, brush all your tears aside!And you who mourn, recall grief won't abide!For you'll know rest when ...
Bill Vining had a sorrel colt Some two years old or more,But the colt was wild as a mountain deer And a ...
In this dream that dogs me I am partOf a silent crowd walking under a wall,Leaving a football match, perhaps, ...
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep ...
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
THE silver cord is loosed, he said, "The golden bowl is broken; A few more prayers having been prayed, A ...
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast ...
In deep dejection, but with affection,I often think of those pleasant times,In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a ...
Before dawn I called for you,my poem, but you didn't come.I had woken up to the songof the cardinal perchedon ...
Aaj basant manaalay suhaagun,Aaj basant manaalay;Anjan manjan kar piya mori,Lambay neher lagaaye;Tu kya sovay neend ki maasi,So jaagay teray bhaag, ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. You've given me a weapon. you've flung your words into the human ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does ...
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