Lives (Arthur Rimbaud Poems)
I.O the enormous avenues of the Holy Land, the temple terraces! What has become of the Brahman who explained the ...
I.O the enormous avenues of the Holy Land, the temple terraces! What has become of the Brahman who explained the ...
"Green gardens in Laventie! Soldiers only know the street Where the mud is churned and splashed about By battle-wending feet; ...
How are you there cowboy, I hope you are well,Jest light from your saddle and rest fer a spell.Here are ...
With wood and wool for Adelaide The paddle boats came downWhen here this spritely river maid Built up her river ...
This is the image of my last content: My soul shall be a little lonely lake, So hidden that no ...
"Mrs Jaypher found a waferWhich she stuck upon a note;This she took and gave the cook.Then she went and bought ...
IN grappled ships around The Victory, Three boys did England's Duty with stout cheer, While one dread truth was kept ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house, if only in some happy future ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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