A Sunset (Victor Hugo Poem)
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche, Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured; There he ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
For every hour that thou wilt spare me now I will allow, Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, When ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Eros, from rest in isles far-famed, With rising Anthesterion rose, And all Hellenic heights acclaimed Eros. The sea one pearl, ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright As in that well - remember'd night When first thy mystic braid ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
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