The Sick Muse (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
WI' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up ...
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
AULD NEIBOUR,I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrant, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't I doubt ye ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns: Friend of my ...
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
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