O Muses, Accourez (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant riseUp to the mountain's summit, in the presence ...
A Dramatic Lyric. A BACHELOR of common type, I sit me down before the fire And take my after-dinner pipe, ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
I LOVE you, rotten,Delicious rottenness.I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave,So morbid, ...
O d?lices d'amour! et toi, molle paresse, Vous aurez donc us? mon oisive jeunesse! Les belles sont partout. Pour chercher ...
Its glittering emptiness it brings — This little lane of useless things. Here peering envy arm in arm With ennui ...
NEAR strange, weird temples, where the Ganges' tide Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned, Her agile form in ...
LIKE Clotho, at her harp she sits and weavesWith mystic fingers from the swaying stringsA melody that ever louder singsAnd ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from ...
Through the Holy Spirit the living presence of Christ dwelling deep within me enabling me to change Empowered by my ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
Never try to trick me with a kiss Pretending that the birds are here to stay; The dying man will ...
Oh, is it, then, Utopian To hope that I may meet a man Who'll not relate, in accents suave, The ...
Luini in porcelain! The grand piano Utters a profane Protest with her clear soprano. The sleek head emerges From the ...
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