Autumn (Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems)
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
Fair dreamer with the brand of fire,A little respite grant, I pray,Before you toss me on the pyreTo burn my ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence nowIs brooding like a gentle spirit o'erThe still and pulseless world. Hark! on the ...
'Tis past—and the recording angel bearsTo Heaven the record of another year—Another year of nature's and of mine!Nature has known ...
When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes, And the bodeful autumn wind In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, — When the air is sharply damp Round the solitary camp, And the moose-bush in the thicket Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, — When the birches twinkle yellow, And the cornel bunches mellow, And the owl across the twilight Trumpets to his downy fellow, — When the nut-fed chipmunks romp Through the maples' crimson pomp, And the slim viburnum flushes In the darkness of the swamp, — When the blueberries are dead, When the rowan clusters red, And the shy bear, summer-sleekened, In the bracken makes his bed, — On a day there comes once more To the latched and lonely door, Down the wood-road striding silent, One who has been here before. Green spruce branches for his head, Here he makes his simple bed, Crouching with the sun, and rising When the dawn is frosty red. All day long he wanders wide With the grey moss for his guide, And his lonely axe-stroke startles The expectant forest-side. Toward the quiet close of day Back to camp he takes his way, And about his sober footsteps Unafraid the squirrels play. On his roof the red leaf falls, At his door the bluejay calls, And he hears the wood-mice hurry Up and down his rough log walls; Hears the laughter of the loon Thrill the dying afternoon; Hears the calling of the moose Echo to the early moon. And he hears the partridge drumming, The belated hornet humming, — All the faint, prophetic sounds That foretell the winter's coming. And the wind about his eaves Through the chilly night-wet grieves, And the earth's dumb patience fills him, Fellow to the falling leaves.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
First all the host of RaphaelIn liveries of gold,Lifted the chorus on whose rhythmThe spinning spheres are rolled,-The Seraphs of ...
"The stars shine sweetly in the skies,Where, hours ago, they gently stole, Even as a lady's lovely eyesLook in upon ...
The dim, mysterious, ruddy lightThat ushers in an autumn night,Hung o'er the reeking fields that layBefore me, on my lonely ...
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
Spring is come, and shades departLighter beats each human heart;Ghost-like snow-is fleeting slow,And the green spring-grasses grow.Streams, that long have ...
August 26: 1346 At Crecy by Somme in Ponthieu High up on ...
The crimson color lays As bright as beauty's blush along the West; And a warm golden ...
Maidens, whose tresses shine,Crowned with daffodil and eglantine,Or, from their string?d buds of brier roses,Bright as the vermeil closesOf April ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city? Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day. I said ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad- Thine are no melancholy skies, ...
We are scarcely one to seven, But our cause is just;Help us in our trial, heaven! Keep the ford we ...
'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; Young Love, who was fluttering ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
AT first, the favour'd parents of mankindDelighted rov'd thro' EDEN'S fragrant bow'rs;Where spring and autumn, in sweet union join'd,Form'd all ...
Come there ever memories, Harold,Like a half remembered songFrom the time of gladness vanishedDown the distance, oh, so long!Come they ...
"WHEN the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, The little ones ...
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