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 ...
Where waves of the Terek are waltzing In Dariel's wickedest pass,There rises from bleakest of storm crags An ancient grey towering mass.In ...
With winged footsteps now I hastenUnto the far cold North away,Kasbek,--thou watchman of the East,To thee, my farewell greetings say!Since ...
A little oak leaf tore off from its branchWas driven o'er the steppe by a cruel gale;Dried up and withered ...
No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet,Another choice for the sacred dole,Like him - a persecuted soul,But only of the ...
No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet,Another choice for the sacred dole,Like him - a persecuted soul,But only of the ...
Faithful before thee, Mother of God, now kneeling,Image miraculous and merciful--of theeNot for my soul's health nor battles waged, beseeching,Nor ...
In high noon's heat in a Caucasian valleyI lay quite still, a bullet in my breast;The smoke still rose from ...
At midnight an angel was crossing the sky,And quietly he sang;The moon and the stars and the concourse of cloudsPaid ...
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