The Gift Of The Terek (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
Palm branch of Palestine, oh tell me, In that far distant home-land fair,Wast rooted in the mountain gravel Or sprung from some ...
A lonely sail is flashing whiteAmdist the blue mist of the sea!…What does it seek in foreign lands?What did it ...
Clouds--ye eternal wanderers in hunting grounds of air,High o'er the verdant Steppes, wide through the blue of heaven--Coursing fraternal,--say, must ...
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