The Genesis of the Butterfly (Victor Hugo Poem)
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, ...
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, ...
Out of the cocoon of the world the darkness of this life lost, confused wandering, afraid Christian butterflies from slumber ...
We, newbie's, 1L's Like eagle chicks Hands, not mouths, open, reaching Call on me, call on me! I know, I ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick -- But not one like the child did pick. I heard the ...
When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come between; When merry birds sing on boughs green, And ...
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- By Butterflies admired At Heavenly -- Hopeless Distances -- Was justified of Bird ...
There is a flower that Bees prefer -- And Butterflies -- desire -- To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming ...
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
His oriental heresies Exhilarate the Bee, And filling all the Earth and Air With gay apostasy Fatigued at last, a ...
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
Two butterflies went out at Noon -- And waltzed upon a Farm -- Then stepped straight through the Firmament And ...
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody Can the ecstasy define -- Half a transport -- half a trouble -- With ...
Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. ...
What tenements of clover Are fitting for the bee, What edifices azure For butterflies and me -- What residences nimble ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
I taste a liquor never brewed -- From Tankards scooped in Pearl -- Not all the Vats upon the Rhine ...
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
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