Le Mendiant (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
C'?tait quand le printemps a reverdi les pr?s. La fille de Lycus, vierge aux cheveux dor?s, Sous les monts Ach?ens, ...
C'?tait quand le printemps a reverdi les pr?s. La fille de Lycus, vierge aux cheveux dor?s, Sous les monts Ach?ens, ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
To BEVERLEY TUCKER, ESQUIRE, GREETING: Dear BEV. this greeting goes to you across the Atlantic brine, From the little room ...
When the Stabber's speech had ended,And his presents all were gathered,And his pipe the chiefs had all smoked,Four young chiefs ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
Long as unending threads, the long-drawn rainInterminably, with its nails of grey, Athwart the dull grey day, Rakes ...
Look! look there!Send your eyes across the grayBy my finger-point awayThrough the vaporous, fumy air.Beyond the air, you see the ...
"HOW sadly, sweet seraph, I mourn that I never, I ne'er was so happy thee living to know! How sadly ...
Galloping, galloping, galloping horses Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the ...
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday, And even as in ...
"The mill goes toiling slowly around With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly ...
August 7: 1645Cold blue cloud on the hill-tops,Cold buffets of hill-side rain:--As a bird that they hunt on the mountains,The ...
For the courage which comes when we call,While troubles like hailstones fall;For the help that is somehow nigh,In the deepest ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,— Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by ...
To be forever thus alone with thee, Thus locked and fettered in thy tender arms, Were to rob heaven of ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
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