At One O’Clock In The Morning (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like ...
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:the goal of life and the only hope we have,like an ...
A flirtatious woman's singular gazeas she slithers towards you, like the white raysthe vibrant moon throws on the trembling seawhere ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain ...
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