Wanderlieder (John Hay Poems)
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
Ef the way a man lights out of this world Helps fix his heft for the other sp'ere,I reckon my old ...
I.Wisely a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her.This one may love her some day, some day ...
In the dream of the Northern poets, The brave who in battle dieFight on in shadowy phalanx In the field of the ...
I'll tell the story, kissing This white hand for my pains:No sweeter heart, nor falser E'er filled such fine, blue veins.I'll sing ...
I pray you, pardon me, Elsie, And smile that frown awayThat dims the light of your lovely face As a thunder-cloud the ...
A Squad of regular infantryIn the Commune's closing days,Had captured a crowd of rebelsBy the wall of Pere-la-Chaise.There were desperate ...
Out of the Latin Quarter I came to the lofty doorWhere the two marble Sphinxes guard The Pavilion de Flore.Two Cockneys stood ...
I stood on the top of Pitz Languard,And heard three voices whispering low,Where the Alpine birds in their circling wardMade ...
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