Les Boeufs (Pierre Dupont Poems)
J'ai deux grands boeufs dans mon etable,Deux grands boeufs blancs, marques de roux;La charrue est en bois d'erable,L'aiguillon en branche ...
J'ai deux grands boeufs dans mon etable,Deux grands boeufs blancs, marques de roux;La charrue est en bois d'erable,L'aiguillon en branche ...
This seablue fir that rode the mountain stormIs swaddled here in splints of tin to die.Sofas around in chubby velvet ...
Half artist and half anchorite, Part siren and part Socrates,Her face -- alluring fair, yet recondite -- Smiled through her salons and ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
A BALLAD OF SORROW "Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise and let me in; Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will you awake?" ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when ...
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau- 'Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
The springs of his love the depths of his mercies new each day heeding our petitions our cries in our ...
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark, When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air ...
1914-1916 What hast thou done, O womanhood of France, Mother and daughter, sister, sweetheart, wife, What hast thou done, amid ...
Now the Barbaras have begun to die, trailing their older sisters to the grave, the Helens, Margies, Nans-who said goodbye ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
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