Song #1 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
WANDERING in the still of eve, While songsters homeward cleave the air, With lively notes my voice I tun'd, To ...
WANDERING in the still of eve, While songsters homeward cleave the air, With lively notes my voice I tun'd, To ...
Allons, muse rustique, enfant de la nature, D?tache ces cheveux, ceins ton front de verdure, Va de mon cher de ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
O jeune adolescent! tu rougis devant moi. Vois mes traits sans couleurs; ils p?lissent pour toi: C'est ton front virginal, ...
I'll leave the mortal world behind,Take wing in an flight fantastical,With singing, my eternal soulWill rise up swan-like in the ...
When you get to know a fellow, know his joys and know his cares,When you've come to understand him and ...
The rose of June can feel no sorrow,It never droops or says " Ah me! " It never sees a ...
M?re du vain caprice et du l?ger prestige, La fantaisie ail?e autour d'elle voltige, Nymphe au corps ondoyant, n? de ...
I call'd my Muse, the rustic cameWith Seward's garland on her brows;Loose was her hair, her robe the same;You never ...
To serve my country day by dayAt any humble post I may;To honor and respect her flag,To live the traits ...
The primitive Pithecanthropus erectus,With whom the ethnologists rightly connect us, Defended his own By cudgel and stone.Why isn't ...
Son age echappait a l'enfance;Riante comme l'innocence,Elle avait les traits de l'Amour.Quelques mois, quelques jours encore,Dans ce coeur pur et ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
The look of thee, what is it like Hast thou a hand or Foot Or Mansion of Identity And what ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay King Rudolf ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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