The Death Of The Poor (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:the goal of life and the only hope we have,like an ...
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:the goal of life and the only hope we have,like an ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
IN the deepest nights of Winter To the Muses kind oft cried I: "Not a ray of morn is gleaming, ...
A sweet fragrance a rousing chorus the waves sang your praise crashing on the rocks just after the turn of ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit ...
NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back, and many times baffled; Not ...
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow ...
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
THEE for my recitative! Thee in the driving storm, even as now-the snow-the winter-day declining; Thee in thy panoply, thy ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
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