Une Charogne (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, 'Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.' Thus he sung ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
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