CONTEMPLATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I DO confess thou art sae fair, I was been o'er the lugs in luve, Had I na found the ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
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