The Pale Maiden (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
A BalladThe maiden stands so pale,So silent, withdrawn,Her sweet angelic soulIs misery-torn.Therein can shine no ray,The waves tumble over;There, love ...
A BalladThe maiden stands so pale,So silent, withdrawn,Her sweet angelic soulIs misery-torn.Therein can shine no ray,The waves tumble over;There, love ...
Schiller, thinks he, had been less of a boreIf only he'd read the Bible more.One could have nothing but praise ...
The Fiddler saws the strings,His light brown hair he tosses and flings.He carries a sabre at his side,He wears a ...
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