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 ...
When London's fatal bills were blown abroadAnd few but Specters travel'd on the road,Not towns but men in the black ...
I've served in the French Foreign Legion It's Hell! The life couldn't be harder, For it's war to the knife ...
This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire ...
January jumps aboutin the frying pantrying to heathis frozen feetlike a Canadian.February scuttles underany dish's lidand she thinks she's dry ...
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,To point us out this way to glory—They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,And ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed ...
COUNT these reminiscences like money. The Greeks had their picnics under another name. The Romans wore glad rags and told ...
Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, "Frying Pan What makes it snow?" ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
He paid a Swede twelve bits an hour Just to invent a fancy style To spread the celebration paint So ...
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