The Old Tramp (Pierre Jean de Beranger Poems)
(LE VIEUX VAGABOND) Here in this gutter let me die: Weary and sick and old, I've done. "He's drunk," will say the passers-by: All ...
(LE VIEUX VAGABOND) Here in this gutter let me die: Weary and sick and old, I've done. "He's drunk," will say the passers-by: All ...
Forgive me, dressing gown! My friend in idle bliss,Comrade of leisure, a witness to my secret thoughts!With you I knew ...
Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)The rocky nook with hilltops threeLooked eastward from the farms,And twice each day the flowing seaTook ...
A HUNGARIAN LEGENDStibor had led in many a fight, And broken a score of swordsIn furious frays and bloody raids Against the ...
Ho! workers of the old time styledThe Gentle Craft of Leather!Young brothers of the ancient guild,Stand forth once more together!Call ...
OLYMPIA Xl-FOR AGESIDAMUS OF THE WESTWIND LOCRIANS:WINNER IN THE BOYS BOXING MATCH Old Time, Old Shifting Trade-Time there is for the ...
Only a few links wanting, Earth's toilers oft exclaim,Only a few charmed linklets, To make life's perfect chain;Philosophers and statesmen, Poets and courtiers ...
Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange—you ...
He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment(?), shaking out his locks down over his back,throwing off ...
'Within yon world-wide cirque of war What's hidden which they fight so for?' ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy; ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
Don't box down to the little box Which supposedly contains everything Your star and all other stars Empty yourself In ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
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