The Void (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Pascal had his Void that went with him day and night.- Alas! It's all Abyss, - action, longing, dream,the Word! ...
Pascal had his Void that went with him day and night.- Alas! It's all Abyss, - action, longing, dream,the Word! ...
Dark, wrinkled as a purple pink,It breathes, it nestles in that bed of moss,Still damp from love, which hugs the ...
Translated From the Arabic of Ahmed Bey Chawky (contemporary).When she appears the daylight envies her garment,The wanton daylight envies her ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
Love is long suffering, And endures to the end; It is not shaken, By the storms and the wind. ***** ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
It feels a shame to be Alive -- When Men so brave -- are dead -- One envies the Distinguished ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
WHEN Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A' Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies ...
Love and charity. 1 Cor. 13:2-7, 13. Let Pharisees of high esteem Their faith and zeal declare, All their religion ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
You ask me what I call Success - It is, I wonder, Happiness? It is not wealth, it is not ...
My brother Jim's a millionaire, while I have scarce a penny; His face is creased with lines of care, While ...
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in and out. The odor ...
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