A Visit (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
I was sitting at the open window… in the morning, the early morning ofthe first of May.The dawn had not ...
I was sitting at the open window… in the morning, the early morning ofthe first of May.The dawn had not ...
Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,All the air is thy Diocese,And all the chirping choristersAnd other birds are thy ...
THERE once was a time when, as old songs prove it,The earth was not round, but an endless plain;The sea ...
Do you ever dream you hear it, you who went the lonely track?Do you ever hear its simple melodiesTossing round ...
To Thee, Great Jove! our Hearts, our Hands, our Eyes,Thankful, we raise, Great Jove! to Thee, from whomWhatever Good we ...
Sweet Singer that I loe the maistO' ony, sin' wi' eager hasteI smacket bairn-lips ower the tasteO' hinnied sang,I hail ...
I HAVE seen thee again, my beloved,Thou art come in the pride of thy youth,With thy beauty a garment about ...
My friends they are cutting me, one and all,With a changed and a cloudy brow;But my little dog always would ...
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
O'er a small suburban borough Once an eagle used to fly,Making observations thorough From his station in the sky,And presenting the appearance Of ...
DEEP in my breast there is a sacred urnI ever guard with holiest care, and keepFrom the cold world's intrusion. ...
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, She rode by fields of barley, By morning-glories filled with rain, And beechen branches gnarly. She ...
There are no days for me any more, for the dawn is dark with tears,There is no rest for me ...
Pass thou on! for the vow is said That is never broken; The hand of blessing hath, trembling, laid On snowy forehead and ...
Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,And listless hands ...
A raven sat upon a tree, And not a word he spoke, forHis beak contained a piece of Brie. Or, maybe it ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
Nor gold, nor silver are the words set here,Nor rich-wrought chasing on design of art;But rugged relics of an unknown ...
"Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day!Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away!'T is the vintage of blood, 't ...
OH poet, to my lone and swelling heartHow gently comes the message sent by thine;It speaks to me of all ...
While May bedecks the naked trees With tassels and embroideries, And many blue-eyed violets beam Along the edges of the stream, I hear a ...
These of living emanate a formidable light,Which is equal to death, and when usedGives increase eternally.What fortifies in separate thoughtIs ...
Let other bards with nobler talents sing The beauties of the mild, maturer spring. My rustic Muse on bleaker times must dwell, When ...
Thy hill leave not, O Spring,Nor longer leap down to the new-green'd Plain.Thy western cliff-caves keepO Wind, nor branch-borne Echo ...
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,In the weary cry of the wind and ...
IThe hot sunflowers by the glaring pikeLift shields of sultry brass; the teasel tops,Pink-thorned, advance with bristling spike on spikeAgainst ...
I heard the swallow sing in the eaves and roseAll in a strange delight while others slept,And down the creaking ...
I lay close down beside the river,My bow well strung, well filled my quiver,The god that dwells among the reedsSang ...
The chair was madeBy hands long dead,Polished by many bodies sitting there,Until the wood-lines flowed as clean as waves.Mine sat ...
Bird of the bitter bright grey golden mornScarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years,First of us all and sweetest ...
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