At One O’Clock In The Morning (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
A thrilling touch of Nature Amid the battle-brunt,A gleam of angel-feature On Moloch's horrid front,A beauty and a glory To gild the soldier's ...
They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows. Old folksallow their bellies to ...
I, who of lighter love wrote many a verse, Made public never words inspired by thee,Lest strangers' lips should carelessly rehearse Things ...
There are four verses to put downFor the four people in my life,Father, mother, wifeAnd the one child. Let me ...
so many hearts run towards youthat you could beand most generouslygild my misery with your sunshinelook - I pray to ...
The stones open an eye of stone,the bones open an eye of bone.Each dog has a snout in place of ...
"WHOM the gods love die young;"-if gods ye be, Then generously might ye have spared to usOne from your vast unnumbered ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
He had a genius, some old chap:Found a way of boilingSoup with never a pill or slopWhile the kitchen's rolling.First, ...
Gay is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge, mass.to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye ...
Each star a rung,night comes down the spiralstaircase of the evening.The breeze passes by so very closeas if someone just ...
God set us free in the arms of grace given a spirit of forgiveness warm in God's embrace We must ...
Our law, our beliefs diminished nothing further, nothing more if the ink on the page is the sum of our ...
Grace, joy, love boundless, abundant gifts for our hearts, our spirits from the creator To be shared, generously to one ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to wit and sence, And hug'd that fate, in hope ...
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