Svend Vonved (George Borrow Poems)
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
The woods were in leaf, and they cast a sweet shade;Among them walk'd Helga, the beautiful maid.The water is dashing ...
Have ye heard of bold Sir Aager,How he rode to yonder isle;There he saw the sweet Eliza,Who upon him deign'd ...
I rested my head upon Elvir Hill's side, and my eyes werebeginning to slumber; That moment there rose up before ...
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