O Jours De Mon Printemps (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
O jours de mon printemps, jours couronn?s de rose, A votre fuite en vain un long regret s'oppose, Beaux jours, ...
O jours de mon printemps, jours couronn?s de rose, A votre fuite en vain un long regret s'oppose, Beaux jours, ...
Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,Whose mean beginning, blushing ...
Shining in dim transparence, the whole of infinity liesBehind the veil that the finger of radiant winter weavesAnd down on ...
THE CYNDUS1Beneath th' triumphal blue, th' riotous day, Her silvern galley beats the black flood white, Whilst the long sillage ...
The street to-night is empty, And the last slow footstep gone;The windows grow darker and darker, And I am left ...
I LOVE you, rotten,Delicious rottenness.I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave,So morbid, ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
O n?cessit? dure! ? pesant esclavage! O sort! je dois donc voir, et dans mon plus bel ?ge, Flotter mes ...
I woke in the black watches of the night And heard the low intoning of the main, A ...
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram, A garret and a ...
WHEN gathering shells cast upwards by the waves Of progress, they who note its ebb and flow, Its flux and ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
Deep cradled in the fringed mow to lieAnd feel the rhythmic flux of life sweep by,This is to know the ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram, A garret and a ...
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused ...
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