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Amid the tumult The white cascading roar The stone that echoes under iron The Earth runs blackened Beneath the hunters moon The blasted oak tree bearing witness. Другие тексты песен "Orchis". com Обратная связь: pesniclubex. ru Права на тексты песен, переводы принадлежат их авторам. Все тексты и переводы представлены для ознакомления. Новые Популярные Карта сайта.
Orchis is a genus in the orchid family (Orchidaceae), occurring mainly in Europe and Northwest Africa, and ranging as far as Tibet, Mongolia, and Xinjiang. The name is from the Ancient Greek ὄρχις orchis, meaning "testicle", from the appearance of the paired subterranean tuberoids. They are extremely diverse in appearance. They produce an erect stem.
Orchis In The Moonlight. Ros' parents separated not long after he was born, and he was enrolled into a military school, where he became interested in music and learned to play the euphonium or bombardin. From 1927 to 1937 his family lived in Caracas, Venezuela. He played in a military band for four years. Later, he received a music scholarship from the government. In June 1937, he moved to London, England to study classical music at the Royal Academy of Music.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a farmhouse near. Between the woods and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake. To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep.
Winter Morning Walks book. A collection of poetry by Ted Kooser. Written during a time when the author was undergoing cancer treatments and had to avoid strong sunlight, early morning winter walks were his only chance to be outside. The poems are short because they were made to fit on a postcard that he sent to a fellow poet. These short observations of the landscape and wildlife reflect the author’s pensive mood and love of the world around him.
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