One O’Clock in the Morning (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping:slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature,and ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
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