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 ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
? Victor HugoAnt-like city, city full of dreams, where the passer-by, at dawn, meets the spectre!Mysteries everywhere are the sap ...
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and ...
? NadarDo you know, as I do, delicious sadnessand make others say of you: 'Strange man!'- I was dying. In ...
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flightsomething as good or as tender ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
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