The Fiddler (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
The Fiddler saws the strings,His light brown hair he tosses and flings.He carries a sabre at his side,He wears a ...
The Fiddler saws the strings,His light brown hair he tosses and flings.He carries a sabre at his side,He wears a ...
A RomanceWithout sails or lights there fleesA ship round the world without rest.The moon shines down on the seas,And weathered ...
Marble pillar towers high,Jagged summit saws the air,Putrefaction, life's decay,Boulders in the abyss down there.Grim the cliff that upward climbsClamps ...
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