Scheherazade - by
Frae the Ukrainian o Mykhailo Drai-Khmara
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/ I pree its peace, this outland garth,
/ As the mirk faas on glamourie:
/ As I hark til…
romance & chivalry
Nyanken Hne - by
My husband, Nyanken Hne,
/ like galo, waving up Dolokeh’s hills.
/ The storms cannot touch him;
/ they fear him like a wife fears a…
The King - by
“FAREWELL, Romance!” the Cave-men said;
/ “With bone well carved he went away,
/ Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead,
/ And jasper tips…
Muckle Mou’d Meg - by
‘Oh, what hae ye brought us hame now, my brave lord,
/ Strappit flaught owre his braid saddle-bow?
/ Some…
Ripeness - by
It is three months since you taught me love can be fun
/ and one since you came to fruit,
/ breasts weighty and…