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Carl Michael Bellman
Carl Michael Bellman
(4 February 1740 – 11 February 1795 / Stockholm)
Carl Michael Bellman Poems
| 1. | Cradle-Song For My Son Carl | 4/20/2010 |
| 2. | Drink Out Thy Glass | 4/20/2010 |
| 3. | To Ulla | 4/20/2010 |
| 4. | Art And Politics | 4/20/2010 |
| 5. | Amaryllis | 4/20/2010 |
| 6. | Epistle No. 39 | 1/1/2004 |
| 7. | Fredman's Song No. 10 | 1/1/2004 |
| 8. | Epistle No. 36 | 1/1/2004 |
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Epistle No. 36
Our Ulla lay one morning and slept,
A hand beneath her ear;
Her key alone the taverner kept
Or through its hole might peer.
Outside in the tavern, sir,
All was nocturnally quiet;
Beer was none, nor, I'll aver,
Scarce water to supply it.
On tip-toes
He comes and goes
About her bedside, brothers;
Lifts a bit
Of coverlet,
And whispers with the others.
Ulla quivers,
Snores and shivers,
O'er her head the blanket piles;
Snuggles under,
With a thunder;
Turns about and smiles.
