THE EYES OF BEAUTY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes ...
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn ...
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
THEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. ...
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