L’Art D’Aimer (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
(AD AGGELO SOMMARUGA)Cagliari e' fatta di case giallastre,Come un branco d'agnelle a un monte appese;E scivolan le scarpe sulle lastreDelle ...
(A MICHELE UDA)Napoli e' il pandemonioD'ogni stranezza umana;Vi si respira il soffioDell'epoca pagana;Come al tempo dei CesariRimaser le taverne;Serban l'antica ...
Una sera piovosa, autunnale,Ora schivando il fango, ora una pozza.Io seguii la carrozzaChe manda al Cimitero l'Ospedale.Cimitero e Ospedal son ...
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
Salut, divin Triomphe! entre dans nos murailles!Rends-nous ces guerriers illustr?sPar le sang de D?sille, et par les fun7eacute;raillesDe tant de ...
Spanish Debout sur mon orgueil je veux montrer au soirL'envers de mon manteau endeuill? de tes charmes,Son mouchoir infini, son ...
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every ...
Qu'il est doux et beau le jeune ?ge, O? l'?me garde sa candeur, O?, ne redoutant nul orage, ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every work of ...
LE garçon délabré qui n'a rien à faire Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule: ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
``With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots ; Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
There are no postage stamps that send letters back to England three centuries ago, no postage stamps that make letters ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Dear fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése. Tu m'as donnè une arme Dans le troupeau humain, tu as lancè tes mots commes des ...
Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi M' occostandosi attorno, e perche scrivi, Perche tu scrivi in lingua ignota e strana Verseggiando ...
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