Vær hilset, Du Fortids Toledo,
Du ridderlige gamle By;
Hvor Maurerklinger blev' smeded',
om det gaaer i Verden Ry;
Her er saa eensomt og stille,
forfaldent, øde og stort;
Af rustædte Hængsler er faldet
Alcazars Vinduer og Port.
En ridderlig Gaard er nu Vertshuus,
min Stue en gammel Hal;
End pranger Familievaabnet
over den aabne Portal.
Her er ei Kamin, men et Ildfad, -
jeg hører den styrtende Regn,
Den skyller ned som en Syndflod
over den udbrændte Egn.
De nøgne, graagrønne Klipper
sig løfte langs Tajos Bred,
De kjende den larmende Fortid,
og Nutidens Eensomhed;
De hørte Mahomed prises,
og Chorsang til Jehova;
Nu høre de Locomotivet,
som kommer og bruser herfra; -
Og saa er igjen det stille,
Alt rundt om øde og stort;
Men deiligt snoer sig et Viintræ
om Byens ældgamle Port,
Og der, bag det gittrede Vindue,
den deiligste Rose jeg saae; -
Og den havde kulsorte Øine,
tidt vil jeg tænke derpaa.


About Hans Christian Andersen


Hans Christian Andersen, referred to using the initials H. C. Andersen in Denmark and the rest of Scandinavia; was a Danish author, fairy tale writer, and poet noted for his children's stories. These include "The Steadfast Tin Soldier," "The Snow Queen," "The Little Mermaid," "Thumbelina," "The Little Match Girl," and "The Ugly Duckling." During his lifetime he was acclaimed for having delighted children worldwide, and was feted by royalty. His poetry and stories have been translated into more than 150 languages. They have inspired motion pictures, plays, ballets, and animated films. Early life Hans Christian Andersen was born in the... Read more...

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Malay Roy Choudhury (Bengali: মলয় রায়চৌধুরী) is a Bengali poet and novelist who founded the "Hungryalist Movement" in the 1960s. His literary works have been reviewed by sixty critics in HAOWA 49, a quarterly magazine which devoted its January 2001 special issue to Roy Choudhury's life and works. Commemorative issues...
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À d'autres l'Italie et ses mers azurées,
Et ses villes toujours d'un chaud soleil dorées,
Venise qu'on dirait, avec ses grands palais,
Une flotte échouée au bord de sa lagune,
Où le pêcheur croit prendre, aux clartés de la lune,
Les étoiles dans ses filets...
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