Travelling Bohemians (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
HOW lang and dreary is the night When I am frae my Dearie; I restless lie frae e'en to morn ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
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