Mandoline (Paul Verlaine Poems)
The courtly serenaders, The beauteous listeners,Sit idling 'neath the branches A balmy zephyr stirs.It's Tircis and Aminta, Clitandre,—ever there!—Damis, of melting sonnets To many ...
The courtly serenaders, The beauteous listeners,Sit idling 'neath the branches A balmy zephyr stirs.It's Tircis and Aminta, Clitandre,—ever there!—Damis, of melting sonnets To many ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
_ON THE EAST DEVON COAST_Lie still, old Dane, below thy heap! --A sturdy-back and sturdy-limb, Whoe'er he was, I warrant ...
JEST a-wearyin' fer you All the time a-feelin' blue; Wishin' fer you wonderin' when You'll be comin' home again ; ...
It's blowing up squally, it's piping like hell,And the packet she rolls till she tinkles her bell;Oh, I hope it ...
The sodden slopes are turnin' greenWhere grassy shoots are peepin' out'The purtiest site you ever seen--It makes a cowman want ...
Before an AltarI wish I were the little key That locks Love's Captive in,And lets Him out to go and ...
MICHAEL walks in autumn leavesRustling leaves and fading grasses,And his little music-boxTinkles faintly as he passes.It's a gay and jaunty ...
Met ye my love?Ye might in France have met him;He has a wooing smile,Who sees cannot forget him!Met ye my ...
Know I not whom thou mayst be Carved upon this olive-tree,-- "Manuela of La Torre,"--For around on broken wallsSummer ...
Flushed faces of the younglike miniatures hungupon grey walls of silence,the smoke of myriad cigarettesweaves through the hushed regretsand lulls ...
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
"Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds, Am now ...
I WHO all the winter through Cherished other loves than you, And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and ...
C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : 'tis too late they went astray. C. I have ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories