Une Charogne (The Carcass) (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,But her feet in the paths of the ...
These be the fruits, O man who would out-loom The proudest Caesar of Rome's proudest story,When legion after legion marched ...
She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;Her ...
There you have it, Art is Culture, so we're cultured head to toe,For our ads do bring us learning sealed ...
Fear not! For unto you is born a Child,In David's city Christ the Lord is born!(And babes today, Life's heritage ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
My virtues in Carara stone Cut carefully you all my scan; Beneath I lie, a fetid bone, The marble worth ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
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