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 ...
They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:When comes the season of decay, they both decideUpon sweet, husky cats to ...
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 ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
Voici venir les temps o? vibrant sur sa tigeChaque fleur s'?vapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;Les sons et les parfums tournent dans ...
Les amoureux fervents et les savants aust?resAiment ?galement, dans leur m?re saison,Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,Qui ...
Can we stifle the old, long-lived Remorse,that lives, writhes, heaves,feeds on us, like a worm on a corpse,like oak-gall on ...
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,O Satan, take pity on my ...
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and ...
Your head, your gesture, your air,are lovely, like a lovely landscape:laughter's alive, in your face,a fresh breeze in a clear ...
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 ...
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flightsomething as good or as tender ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
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