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| Aleksander Stavre Drenova alias Asdreni Poetry IntraText - Concordances (Hapax - words occurring once) |
Poem, Verse
1 Flute, 30 | As his thirst abates when he scoops ~ 2 | above 3 Dodona, 74 | gifts appeared kings from afar~ 4 | after 5 | again 6 Flute, 91 | Of love for Albanian soil~ 7 Flute, 37 | As was the legendary Alexander.~ 8 | also 9 Flute, 46 | they built their sacred altars,~ 10 | am 11 Flute, 32 | From ancient times our ancestors~ 12 Flute, 19 | Welling anew within their breasts.~ 13 Flute, 98 | In waves like a chorus of angels,~ 14 Adriatic, 47| An apparition of untold beauty.~ 15 Dodona, 74 | Laden with gifts appeared kings from afar~ 16 | At 17 Forgott, 64 | Like the autumn leaves which the wind doth 18 Dodona, 77 | Awaiting their fate, outside they 19 Flute, 43 | Teased jealous Bacchus.~ 20 Flute, 35 | courage in the thick of battle,~ 21 Flute, 8 | Like the season which begins to blossom,~ 22 | behind 23 Flute, 33 | Bore you in their belts, sabres brandished,~ 24 Flute, 26 | The farmer bent behind his plough~ 25 Exile, 6 | Billowing in the wind, ~ 26 Beloved, 35 | But it also bleeds for you~ 27 Flute, 8 | the season which begins to blossom,~ 28 Flute, 33 | Bore you in their belts, sabres 29 Flute, 9 | its wide wings within our bosom~ 30 Flute, 33 | you in their belts, sabres brandished,~ 31 Flute, 7 | offer us a breath of spring.~ 32 Flute, 94 | my mind like a summer's breeze~ 33 Forgott, 63 | would nevermore joy to us bring.~ 34 Forgott, 68 | Brought surprising delights to us 35 Exile, 10 | And butterflies upon them ~ 36 Beloved, 33 | My heart is calling out~ 37 | cannot 38 Dodona, 79 | And lots when cast can quickly turn round,~ 39 Exile, 3 | To watch the cattle~ 40 Flute, 23 | Whosoever hears your chant~ 41 Forgott, 64 | leaves which the wind doth chase~ 42 Adriatic, 49| tears streaming down my cheeks.~ 43 Flute, 12 | create around us a joyous choir~ 44 Flute, 98 | In waves like a chorus of angels,~ 45 Flute, 14 | With you does the shepherd climb to the mountain pastures~ 46 Dodona, 72 | other in this world could compare to its beauty,~ 47 Flute, 85 | For I was raised, the consort of your trill divine~ 48 Flute, 12 | And create around us a joyous choir~ 49 Flute, 95 | And with deep ecstasy.~ 50 Forgott, 68 | Brought surprising delights to us now and again,~ 51 Adriatic, 49| And departed, tears streaming down my 52 Flute, 87 | You poured dew into my soul,~ 53 Flute, 29 | with you all his hardship dissolves~ 54 Dodona, 75 | the priestess, her speech divining,~ 55 Adriatic, 55| Like a vision of divinity itself.~ ~ 56 | does 57 Exile, 18 | I don’t want more, or less. ~ 58 Dodona, 71 | Was a Dorian temple by expert hand built,~ 59 Forgott, 64 | autumn leaves which the wind doth chase~ 60 Flute, 92 | remains day after day in my dreams,~ 61 Flute, 31 | And drinks the waters of mountain springs.~ 62 Forgott, 60 | Not a drop of sorrow did we feel in 63 Exile, 20 | Until my dying day.~~ 64 Flute, 52 | Which no one on earth can oppose,~ 65 Flute, 6 | From the Earthly Beauty, with fair tones,~ 66 Flute, 97 | Unending voices echo and swell~ 67 Flute, 95 | And with deep ecstasy.~ 68 Forgott, 67 | sense, you can see how our elusive hopes~ 69 Adriatic, 48| rapture I felt, I could not endure,~ 70 Forgott, 57 | That I might once more enjoy that beloved time,~ 71 | enough 72 Forgott, 65 | fleeting moment of glee which escapes,~ 73 Exile | THE EXILE’S DESIRE~ 74 Dodona, 71 | Was a Dorian temple by expert hand built,~ 75 Dodona, 78 | fate and the future have eyes unbound,~ 76 Adriatic, 51| A fabled palace full of magic,~ 77 Flute, 11 | you lend the world a new face~ 78 Dodona, 83 | For failing to heed that old woman's 79 Flute, 6 | the Earthly Beauty, with fair tones,~ 80 Flute, 0 | From your lips flit fairies~ 81 Flute, 84 | flute, I worship you with faith and longing~ 82 Adriatic, 53| youthful grace is your rise and fall,~ 83 Flute, 44 | Virgil, master and famed singer~ 84 Flute, 26 | The farmer bent behind his plough~ 85 Dodona, 76 | hermits they huddled in fasting and prayer~ 86 Flute, 88 | the height of my joy, my feelings merged~ 87 Flute, 34 | Singing their fiery songs~ 88 Flute, 96 | When you speak to me and fill me,~ 89 Forgott, 56 | Where can I find you, oh companions of my 90 Flute, 16 | Your every fire melts his heart,~ 91 Flute, 40 | Up on flashing Olympia~ 92 Forgott, 65 | Like a fleeting moment of glee which escapes,~ 93 Flute, 0 | From your lips flit fairies~ 94 Howmuch, 25 | My country is a wondrous flower ~ 95 Exile, 9 | I love the flowers ~ 96 Flute, 50 | So many others have followed,~ 97 Beloved, 40 | I cannot forget you,~ 98 Forgott, 59 | When we played and frolicked in mirth sublime?~ 99 Adriatic, 51| A fabled palace full of magic,~ 100 Forgott, 61 | Our hearts were so fully transfixed by the spring,~ 101 Dodona, 78 | But fate and the future have eyes unbound,~ 102 Dodona, 74 | Laden with gifts appeared kings from afar~ 103 Dodona, 73 | by statues of silver and gilt.~ 104 Exile, 8 | And young girls singing! ~ 105 Flute, 10 | To give us strength and divine grace,~ 106 Forgott, 65 | Like a fleeting moment of glee which escapes,~ 107 Forgott, 69 | Like the rays of the moon glowing on a parched plain!~ ~ 108 Adriatic, 50| Like molten gold you shimmer,~ 109 Adriatic, 45| Heaving gracefully like a sylph's.~ 110 Flute, 27 | scything ripened sheaves of grain~ 111 Exile, 1 | want to lie down on the grass, ~ 112 Exile, 4 | As they graze,~ 113 Exile, 5 | To look upon green pastures ~ 114 | had 115 Dodona, 71 | Dorian temple by expert hand built,~ 116 Exile, 2 | To sing, be happy,~ 117 Flute, 5 | As your words, harbingers of a message~ 118 Flute, 29 | Yet with you all his hardship dissolves~ 119 Flute, 22 | In perfect harmony,~ 120 | Has 121 Flute, 49 | From a healing source.~ 122 Flute, 23 | Whosoever hears your chant~ 123 Beloved, 39 | Heartfelt wishes from where I languish, ~ 124 Forgott, 61 | Our hearts were so fully transfixed 125 Adriatic, 45| Heaving gracefully like a sylph' 126 Dodona, 83 | For failing to heed that old woman's words.~ ~ 127 Flute, 88 | At the height of my joy, my feelings merged~ 128 Dodona, 76 | Like hermits they huddled in fasting 129 Flute, 99 | of the peaks, streams and hills,~ 130 Dodona, 75 | To honour the priestess, her speech 131 Forgott, 67 | can see how our elusive hopes~ 132 Flute, 39 | While away the hours in delight,~ 133 Dodona, 76 | Like hermits they huddled in fasting and prayer~ 134 Flute, 53 | poets will always weave hymns,~ 135 Flute, 48 | Nourished on lofty ideals~ 136 | into 137 | it 138 | itself 139 Flute, 43 | Teased jealous Bacchus.~ 140 Flute, 12 | And create around us a joyous choir~ 141 Exile, 17 | Just this is my desire~ 142 Dodona, 74 | Laden with gifts appeared kings from afar~ 143 Adriatic, 46| I knelt before you as before a goddess,~ 144 Forgott, 62 | Little did we know that our lives would be 145 Flute, 28 | Knows not why he slaves,~ 146 Flute, 86 | from the time I was a lad,~ 147 Dodona, 74 | Laden with gifts appeared kings 148 Flute, 17 | With you do young lads take to the dance,~ 149 Flute, 3 | Sparkling on the surface of the lake,~ 150 Exile, 16 | And played with lambs. ~ 151 Beloved, 39 | Heartfelt wishes from where I languish, ~ 152 Dodona, 82 | And how many leaders' minds have been lost~ 153 Flute, 37 | As was the legendary Alexander.~ 154 Flute, 11 | So do you lend the world a new face~ 155 | less 156 Exile, 1 | I want to lie down on the grass, ~ 157 Flute, 0 | From your lips flit fairies~ 158 Forgott, 62 | Little did we know that our lives 159 Exile, 14 | Where I once lived, ~ 160 Forgott, 62 | Little did we know that our lives would be sad, ~ 161 Flute, 48 | Nourished on lofty ideals~ 162 Exile, 5 | To look upon green pastures ~ 163 Dodona, 79 | And lots when cast can quickly turn 164 Flute, 4 | I quiver like a lover,~ 165 Howmuch, 24 | Has magnified and filled my heart. ~ 166 Adriatic, 52| You sway like maidens in the meadow.~ 167 Flute, 1 | As if from some majestic palace.~ 168 Flute, 44 | Virgil, master and famed singer~ 169 Adriatic, 52| sway like maidens in the meadow.~ 170 Flute, 15 | Moved by your magic melodies,~ 171 Flute, 16 | Your every fire melts his heart,~ 172 Flute, 88 | height of my joy, my feelings merged~ 173 Flute, 5 | your words, harbingers of a message~ 174 | might 175 Flute, 94 | Traverse my mind like a summer's breeze~ 176 Dodona, 82 | And how many leaders' minds have been lost~ 177 Flute, 38 | With you did the goddess Minerva~ 178 Forgott, 59 | played and frolicked in mirth sublime?~ 179 Adriatic, 50| Like molten gold you shimmer,~ 180 Forgott, 65 | Like a fleeting moment of glee which escapes,~ 181 Forgott, 58 | Moments which filled us with such 182 Forgott, 69 | Like the rays of the moon glowing on a parched plain!~ ~ 183 Flute, 2 | Like starlight and moonbeams in longing,~ 184 Flute, 15 | Moved by your magic melodies,~ 185 Flute, 45 | Of ancient times, and Mozart -~ 186 Flute, 47 | With you do nations dream,~ 187 Forgott, 63 | And lost youth would nevermore joy to us bring.~ 188 Forgott, 66 | Or a summer night's dream that veils its trace,~ 189 Exile, 11 | And the nightingales ~ 190 Flute, 13 | When your notes traverse the scales.~ 191 Flute, 48 | Nourished on lofty ideals~ 192 Howmuch, 27 | Nourishing my soul ! ~~ 193 | now 194 Adriatic, 43| A nymph from the twinkling heavens~ 195 Flute, 41 | And the nymphs around her like tiny stars~ 196 Flute, 7 | offer us a breath of spring.~ 197 Dodona, 83 | For failing to heed that old woman's words.~ ~ 198 Flute, 40 | Up on flashing Olympia~ 199 | one 200 Flute, 52 | Which no one on earth can oppose,~ 201 Dodona | The Oracle of Dodona~ 202 | other 203 | others 204 | out 205 Dodona, 77 | Awaiting their fate, outside they were pining.~ 206 Flute, 42 | In the rhythmic pacing of the dance~ 207 Forgott, 69 | of the moon glowing on a parched plain!~ ~ 208 Flute, 93 | sounds, the treasures of the past,~ 209 Flute, 99 | Companions of the peaks, streams and hills,~ 210 Adriatic, 44| Sparkling with pearls, your breasts~ 211 Exile, 7 | And people as they work~ 212 Flute, 22 | In perfect harmony,~ 213 Dodona, 77 | fate, outside they were pining.~ 214 Forgott, 69 | moon glowing on a parched plain!~ ~ 215 Flute, 26 | The farmer bent behind his plough~ 216 Flute, 53 | To you, poets will always weave hymns,~ 217 Flute, 87 | You poured dew into my soul,~ 218 Beloved, 36 | Sunk in your sad poverty. ~ 219 Dodona, 76 | they huddled in fasting and prayer~ 220 Howmuch, 23 | Love for my precious homeland ~ 221 Dodona, 75 | To honour the priestess, her speech divining,~ 222 Flute, 51 | As new tokens of progress,~ 223 Dodona, 79 | And lots when cast can quickly turn round,~ 224 Flute, 4 | I quiver like a lover,~ 225 Flute, 20 | Like tender leaves quivering in the wind~ 226 Flute, 85 | For I was raised, the consort of your trill 227 Adriatic, 48| The rapture I felt, I could not endure,~ 228 Flute, 89 | in a tenderness rare.~ 229 Forgott, 69 | Like the rays of the moon glowing on a 230 Flute, 24 | Recalls forgotten memories~ 231 Flute, 92 | Which remains day after day in my dreams,~ 232 Beloved, 31 | And I remember every sweetness ~ 233 Exile, 19 | To return there my sole desire ~ 234 Flute, 36 | Always were they rewarded for their toil,~ 235 Flute, 42 | In the rhythmic pacing of the dance~ 236 Flute, 27 | Or scything ripened sheaves of grain~ 237 Adriatic, 53| Of youthful grace is your rise and fall,~ 238 Dodona, 79 | when cast can quickly turn round,~ 239 Flute, 21 | Which in their rustling strike up a song~ 240 Flute, 33 | Bore you in their belts, sabres brandished,~ 241 Flute, 13 | your notes traverse the scales.~ 242 Flute, 30 | his thirst abates when he scoops ~ 243 Flute, 27 | Or scything ripened sheaves of grain~ 244 Flute, 8 | Like the season which begins to blossom,~ 245 Forgott, 67 | You can sense, you can see how our elusive hopes~ 246 Beloved, 38 | I send you, ~ 247 Dodona, 80 | A word is enough, if sent from the heavens...~ 248 Flute, 27 | Or scything ripened sheaves of grain~ 249 Flute, 14 | With you does the shepherd climb to the mountain pastures~ 250 Adriatic, 50| Like molten gold you shimmer,~ 251 Dodona, 73 | Surrounded by statues of silver and gilt.~ 252 Exile, 2 | To sing, be happy,~ 253 Flute, 44 | Virgil, master and famed singer~ 254 Flute, 28 | Knows not why he slaves,~ 255 Flute, 55 | You soar above them all.~ ~ 256 Flute, 91 | Of love for Albanian soil~ 257 Exile, 19 | To return there my sole desire ~ 258 Dodona, 70 | In the sombre woods of ancient Dodona~ 259 | some 260 Beloved, 41 | For I am your son.~ 261 Flute, 21 | their rustling strike up a song~ 262 Forgott, 60 | Not a drop of sorrow did we feel in our souls,~ 263 Forgott, 60 | sorrow did we feel in our souls,~ 264 Flute, 93 | When your sounds, the treasures of the past,~ 265 Flute, 49 | From a healing source.~ 266 Flute, 96 | When you speak to me and fill me,~ 267 Dodona, 75 | honour the priestess, her speech divining,~ 268 Flute, 35 | And spreading courage in the thick of 269 Flute, 31 | drinks the waters of mountain springs.~ 270 Flute, 2 | Like starlight and moonbeams in longing,~ 271 Flute, 41 | nymphs around her like tiny stars~ 272 Dodona, 73 | Surrounded by statues of silver and gilt.~ 273 Adriatic, 49| And departed, tears streaming down my cheeks.~ 274 Flute, 99 | Companions of the peaks, streams and hills,~ 275 Flute, 21 | Which in their rustling strike up a song~ 276 Forgott, 59 | played and frolicked in mirth sublime?~ 277 | such 278 Exile, 12 | Under the warm sun.~ 279 Beloved, 36 | Sunk in your sad poverty. ~ 280 Flute, 3 | Sparkling on the surface of the lake,~ 281 Forgott, 68 | Brought surprising delights to us now and again,~ 282 Dodona, 73 | Surrounded by statues of silver and 283 Adriatic, 52| You sway like maidens in the meadow.~ 284 Adriatic, 54| Sweet memories, a world of wonder~ 285 Beloved, 31 | And I remember every sweetness ~ 286 Flute, 97 | Unending voices echo and swell~ 287 Adriatic, 45| Heaving gracefully like a sylph's.~ 288 Flute, 25 | Like a symphony from the heavens.~ 289 Exile, 18 | I don’t want more, or less. ~ 290 Flute, 17 | With you do young lads take to the dance,~ 291 Adriatic, 49| And departed, tears streaming down my cheeks.~ 292 Flute, 43 | Teased jealous Bacchus.~ 293 Dodona, 71 | Was a Dorian temple by expert hand built,~ 294 Flute, 20 | Like tender leaves quivering in the 295 Flute, 89 | in a tenderness rare.~ 296 | there 297 Flute, 35 | spreading courage in the thick of battle,~ 298 Flute, 30 | As his thirst abates when he scoops ~ 299 Flute, 18 | Thrilled by your sacred songs of 300 Dodona, 81 | How many thrones have been toppled and tossed,~ 301 Flute, 41 | the nymphs around her like tiny stars~ 302 Flute, 36 | they rewarded for their toil,~ 303 Flute, 51 | As new tokens of progress,~ 304 Flute, 6 | Earthly Beauty, with fair tones,~ 305 Dodona, 81 | How many thrones have been toppled and tossed,~ 306 Dodona, 81 | thrones have been toppled and tossed,~ 307 Forgott, 66 | night's dream that veils its trace,~ 308 Forgott, 61 | Our hearts were so fully transfixed by the spring,~ 309 Flute, 93 | When your sounds, the treasures of the past,~ 310 Flute, 85 | raised, the consort of your trill divine~ 311 Dodona, 79 | lots when cast can quickly turn round,~ 312 Adriatic, 43| A nymph from the twinkling heavens~ 313 Dodona, 78 | and the future have eyes unbound,~ 314 | Under 315 Flute, 97 | Unending voices echo and swell~ 316 Flute, 9 | Unfolding its wide wings within our 317 Howmuch, 26 | Unique in the whole world ~ 318 Flute, 90 | With you I felt an unslaked sense~ 319 | Until 320 Adriatic, 47| An apparition of untold beauty.~ 321 Beloved, 28 | So many years I've been~ 322 Forgott, 66 | summer night's dream that veils its trace,~ 323 Flute, 44 | Virgil, master and famed singer~ 324 Adriatic, 55| Like a vision of divinity itself.~ ~ 325 Flute, 97 | Unending voices echo and swell~ 326 Exile, 15 | And walked in woods,~ 327 Exile, 12 | Under the warm sun.~ 328 Exile, 3 | To watch the cattle~ 329 Flute, 31 | And drinks the waters of mountain springs.~ 330 Flute, 98 | In waves like a chorus of angels,~ 331 Flute, 53 | To you, poets will always weave hymns,~ 332 Flute, 19 | Welling anew within their breasts.~ 333 | While 334 | whole 335 Flute, 23 | Whosoever hears your chant~ 336 | why 337 Flute, 9 | Unfolding its wide wings within our bosom~ 338 | will 339 Flute, 9 | Unfolding its wide wings within our bosom~ 340 Beloved, 39 | Heartfelt wishes from where I languish, ~ 341 Dodona, 83 | failing to heed that old woman's words.~ ~ 342 Adriatic, 54| Sweet memories, a world of wonder~ 343 Howmuch, 25 | My country is a wondrous flower ~ 344 Dodona, 80 | A word is enough, if sent from 345 Exile, 7 | And people as they work~ 346 Flute, 84 | Oh flute, I worship you with faith and longing~ 347 Beloved, 28 | So many years I've been~ 348 | Yet 349 Adriatic, 53| Of youthful grace is your rise and fall,~