Beacons (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,O Satan, take pity on my ...
To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful,who fills my heart with clarity,to the angel, to the immortal idol,All hail, in immortality!She ...
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:the goal of life and the only hope we have,like an ...
We will have beds filled with light scent, andcouches deep as a tomb,and strange flowers in the room,blooming for us ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
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