Books (Alexander Anderson Poems)
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
Aujourd'hui qu'au tombeau je suis pr?t ? descendre, Mes amis, dans vos mains je d?pose ma cendre. Je ne veux ...
SUR L'ENTR?E TRIOMPHALE DES SUISSES R?VOLT?S ET AMNISTI?S DU R?GIMENT ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
_Plusieurs jeunes files entourent un petit enfant... le caressent..._--_On dit que tu as fait une chanson pour Pannychis, ta cousine?_--_Oui, ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
(FROM THE FRENCH OF PIERRE DUPONT). When on the stream's deserted bank No busy mill shall fan the air, ...
Ainsi, toujours pouss?s vers de nouveaux rivages, Dans la nuit ?ternelle emport?s sans retour, Ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l'oc?an des ...
Tell me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither ...
'Convento dos Jer?nymos de Bel?m? pr?s de Lisbonne. Mon Ange Gardien ! Veuille, ? ma derni?re heure, Me reconduire dans ...
It's my lunch hour, so I gofor a walk among the hum-coloredcabs. First, down the sidewalkwhere laborers feed their dirtyglistening ...
'Bergers, vous dont ici la ch?vre vagabonde, La brebis se tra?nant sous sa laine f?conde, Au dos de la colline ...
Secrets observateurs, leur studieuse main En des vases d'argile et de verre et d'airain Enferme la nature et les riches ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Je connais le d?sespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le d?sespoir n'a pas d'ailes, il ne se tient pas n?cessairement ? ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
Pierre Bonnard would enter the museum with a tube of paint in his pocket and a sable brush. Then violating ...
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
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