The Old Tramp (Pierre Jean de Beranger Poems)
(LE VIEUX VAGABOND) Here in this gutter let me die: Weary and sick and old, I've done. "He's drunk," will say the passers-by: All ...
(LE VIEUX VAGABOND) Here in this gutter let me die: Weary and sick and old, I've done. "He's drunk," will say the passers-by: All ...
Now the rich cherry, whose sleek wood,And top with silver petals tracedLike a strict box its gems encased,Has spilt from ...
I associate Da Vinci with symmetrical human constituents,as I consider Stravinsky and his octotonic passages,while I infer my death to ...
BURYING friends is not a pomp,Not, indeed, Roman:Lacking the monument,Heroic stone;Nor is it an obscuring parasol,The pad of customary gloves ...
Mr Blades, the butcher, was a large and beefy man,"Best him at a cattle deal," 'twas said, "no other can.' ...
I have robbed the garrulous streets,Thieved a fair girl from their blight,I have stolen her for a sacrificeThat I shall ...
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
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