The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger) (George Borrow Poems)
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
ADVIS m'est que j'oy regreterLa belle qui fut h?aulmiere,Soy jeune fille soushaicterEt parler en telle maniere:'Ha! viellesse felonne et fiere,Pourquoi ...
"I. Is this as it should be? Wolf of Stomach! Wealth is fed; Riches miss no daily bread. Tooth of ...
The thousand streets of London grayRepel all country sights;But bar not winds upon their way,Nor quench the scent of new-mown ...
Winter has come; and tardily -- Now little nipping winds are rifeWhere laggard leaves, on many a tree, Still cling ...
In such a spot, with radiant flowers for halo,I saw the Guardian Angel sit her down;Vine-branches fashioned a green shrine ...
i like the silence of reading flat on my stomach on the woollen floor my legs waving upwards like the ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase, and potentially a day's wasted sweat. Even after the event I can't ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As ...
He killed his wife at night. He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die. ...
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk ...
(16th January 1949) I thank whatever gods may be For all the happiness that's mine; That I am festive, fit ...
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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