THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
Une boule les prières murmurent peureuses. Des «Moi» bêtes s' inondent, sans que tu saches jamais, ce que je demande. ...
La nuit qui a suicidé les moments infinis que je voudrais vivre, a passé sans que j'allume la bougie que ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Law whereby my lady moves Was never Law to me, But 'tis enough that she approves Whatever Law it ...
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection Till the ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, ...
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine, Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps, Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords, ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
La lune s'attristait. Des s?raphins en pleurs R?vant, l'archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleurs Vaporeuses, tiraient de mourantes ...
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
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