I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Choose your obsessions For they are unworthy possessions Trojan horses They bind you Without you realizing They hinder your natural ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
ALL villain as I am-a damn?d wretch, A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness; And ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true ...
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