Anthology of Swedish Lyrics from 1750 to 1915, Том 9Charles Wharton Stork American-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 280 стор. |
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... Johan Ludvig Runeberg ( 1804-1877 ) . A native of Finland , he grew up amid memories of the valiant though unsuccessful war for freedom waged by his country against Russia . His training was derived partly from the classics , but still ...
... Johan Ludvig Runeberg ( 1804-1877 ) . A native of Finland , he grew up amid memories of the valiant though unsuccessful war for freedom waged by his country against Russia . His training was derived partly from the classics , but still ...
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... the rose ? " And gently the Lord replies : " Blood of thy heart stained the rose for thee ; Thou and thy rose are alike now in beauty to me . " Johan Ludvig Runeberg , 1804-1877 SVEN DUVA His father , KARL JONAS LOVE ALMQVIST 55.
... the rose ? " And gently the Lord replies : " Blood of thy heart stained the rose for thee ; Thou and thy rose are alike now in beauty to me . " Johan Ludvig Runeberg , 1804-1877 SVEN DUVA His father , KARL JONAS LOVE ALMQVIST 55.
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Charles Wharton Stork. Johan Ludvig Runeberg , 1804-1877 SVEN DUVA His father , once a sergeant , was poor and old and gray , For he had fought in ' eighty - eight , was old then , you might say . And now he farmed a bit of ground his ...
Charles Wharton Stork. Johan Ludvig Runeberg , 1804-1877 SVEN DUVA His father , once a sergeant , was poor and old and gray , For he had fought in ' eighty - eight , was old then , you might say . And now he farmed a bit of ground his ...
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... he drilled in curi- ous wise . The corporal might shout and laugh , might laugh and shout his best , The new recruit went on alike for earnest or for jest . When all the rest were tired out , he never JOHAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG 57.
... he drilled in curi- ous wise . The corporal might shout and laugh , might laugh and shout his best , The new recruit went on alike for earnest or for jest . When all the rest were tired out , he never JOHAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG 57.
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... came spurring leap on leap . " Get to the bridge , " he shouted , " lads , for God's sake , no delay ! We've word a troop of enemy would cross and bar our way . " He bade the leader , " Get the bridge demolished JOHAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG 59.
... came spurring leap on leap . " Get to the bridge , " he shouted , " lads , for God's sake , no delay ! We've word a troop of enemy would cross and bar our way . " He bade the leader , " Get the bridge demolished JOHAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG 59.
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Сторінка 168 - HERE is a spark dwells deep within my soul. To get it out into the daylight's glow Is my life's aim both first and last, the whole. It slips away, it burns and tortures me. That little spark is all the wealth I know; That little spark is my life's misery.
Сторінка 195 - They danced as with bodies of tow set afire, All jumping like grasshoppers higher and higher, And heel it rang sharp upon stone. The coat-tails they fluttered, the aprons they flew, And braids were a-flapping and skirts flung askew, While the music would whimper and drone. Then in birch, or in alder, or hazel thicket There was whispering light as the chirp of a cricket From the depths of the darkness near. Over stock, over stone, there was flight and pursuing, And under green boughs...
Сторінка 166 - Aye, close to a cliff let our people stand Where a fool his poor neck may shatter. There are other things, men, to hold in your hand Than a brim-full Egyptian platter. It were better the plate should be split in two Than that hearts should rot when still living. That no race may be more great than you, — That's the goal, why count we the striving? It were better to feel the avenger's might Than that years unto naught should have hasted, It were better our people should perish quite And our fields...
Сторінка 230 - ... manly charm. Fridolin dances free, He is filled with the memory Of his sire and grandsire who danced there long Before to that old melody. Ye sleep now, ye sires, on the festival night, And stilled is the hand that could fiddle with might, For your life — like your day — is a murmuring song That echoes a wistful delight. But Fridolin dances free — Your son, and a brave lad he; He can talk in the peasant style with a churl, And in Latin to men of degree. His scythe goes sharp through the...
Сторінка 80 - Anthology of Swedish Lyrics " translated by CHARLES WHARTON STORK. Laughter without a home Wandering mournfully, Came to the great man's lips: " May I have lodging here? " — " This is the home of Pride" Laughter without a home Wandering mournfully, Came to a scholar's lips:
Сторінка 228 - I'd wallow, Give me but the blades that follow Melting snows in pine-dark hollow, And the earliest thrush's tune. Best the lover's time of waiting, Of betrothal ere the mating. Spring has naught so captivating As a secret sweetheart fair. Seldom with her, soon asunder, He will dream the strange wild wonder Life so soon for him may bear. Golden fruit, let others shake it, Mine be not the hand to take it, For my garden I'd forsake it When the trees are budding there.