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Scenes From The Heaven [kashmir]
Oh! the dreamers of heaven, have you just dreamt of heaven?
Have you seen it? Have you felt it?
Obviously not, So here am I
Here I am the one who has seen the scenes of heaven.
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Iqbal Hayaat
Oh! the dreamers of heaven, have you just dreamt of heaven?
Have you seen it? Have you felt it?
Obviously not, So here am I
Here I am the one who has seen the scenes of heaven.
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Iqbal Hayaat
Prelude
(From _The Shepherd's Hunting_)
Seest thou not, in clearest days,
Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven's rays?
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George Wither
(From _The Shepherd's Hunting_)
Seest thou not, in clearest days,
Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven's rays?
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George Wither
Le Combat Homérique
De même qu'au soleil l'horrible essaim des mouches
Des taureaux égorgés couvre les cuirs velus,
Un tourbillon guerrier de peuples chevelus,
Hors des nefs, s'épaissit, plein de clameurs farouches.
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
De même qu'au soleil l'horrible essaim des mouches
Des taureaux égorgés couvre les cuirs velus,
Un tourbillon guerrier de peuples chevelus,
Hors des nefs, s'épaissit, plein de clameurs farouches.
.....
Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
The Passionate Pilgrim
I.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
.....
William Shakespeare
I.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
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William Shakespeare
Un Coucher De Soleil
Sur la côte d'un beau pays,
Par delà les flots Pacifiques,
Deux hauts palmiers épanouis
Bercent leurs palmes magnifiques.
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Sur la côte d'un beau pays,
Par delà les flots Pacifiques,
Deux hauts palmiers épanouis
Bercent leurs palmes magnifiques.
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All
Pensive, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing;
(As the last gun ceased-but the scent of the powder-smoke linger'd;)
As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk'd:
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Walt Whitman
Pensive, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing;
(As the last gun ceased-but the scent of the powder-smoke linger'd;)
As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk'd:
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Walt Whitman
Song 1
OH! bear me to the groves of palm,
Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm!
And when the noon-tide beams invade,
Then lay me in the embow'ring shade;
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OH! bear me to the groves of palm,
Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm!
And when the noon-tide beams invade,
Then lay me in the embow'ring shade;
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Sunrise
In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
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Sidney Lanier
In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
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Sidney Lanier
Norse Nature
(In Ringerike During The Student Meeting Of 1869)
We wander and sing with glee
Of glorious Norway, fair to see.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
(In Ringerike During The Student Meeting Of 1869)
We wander and sing with glee
Of glorious Norway, fair to see.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Pan
O what are heroes, prophets, men,
But pipes through which the breath of Pan doth blow
A momentary music. Being's tide
Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
O what are heroes, prophets, men,
But pipes through which the breath of Pan doth blow
A momentary music. Being's tide
Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Blonde Maiden
Though
she
depart, a vision flitting,
If I these thoughts in words exhale:
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Though
she
depart, a vision flitting,
If I these thoughts in words exhale:
.....
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Storm
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
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Coventry Patmore
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
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Coventry Patmore
A Bird And Flower Upon The Tree
A bird and flower upon the tree,
Sweet peony and oriole,
Each of them a perfect soul,
Song and sweetness manifest
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Augusta Davies Webster
A bird and flower upon the tree,
Sweet peony and oriole,
Each of them a perfect soul,
Song and sweetness manifest
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Augusta Davies Webster
Exquisite Candidate
I can promise you this: food in the White House
will change! No more granola, only fried eggs
flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham!
Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me!
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Denise Duhamel
I can promise you this: food in the White House
will change! No more granola, only fried eggs
flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham!
Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me!
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Denise Duhamel
The Widows
Vauvenargues says that in public gardens there are alleys haunted principally by thwarted ambition, by unfortunate inventors, by aborted glories and broken hearts, and by all those tumultuous and contracted souls in whom the last sighs of the storm mutter yet again, and who thus betake themselves far from the insolent and joyous eyes of the well-to-do. These shadowy retreats are the rendezvous of life's cripples. To such places above all others do the poet and philosopher direct their avid conjectures. They find there an unfailing pasturage, for if there is one place they disdain to visit it is, as I have already hinted, the place of the joy of the rich. A turmoil in the void has no attractions for them. On the contrary they feel themselves irresistibly drawn towards all that' is feeble, ruined, sorrowing, and bereft.
An experienced eye is never deceived. In these rigid and dejected lineaments ; in these eyes, wan and hollow, or bright with the last fading gleams of the combat against fate; in these numerous profound wrinkles and in the slow and troubled gait, the eye of experience deciphers unnumbered legends of mistaken devotion, of unrewarded effort, of hunger and cold humbly and silently supported.
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted benches? Poor widows, I mean. Whether in mourning or not they are easily recognised. Moreover, there is always something wanting in the mourning of the poor; a lack of harmony which but renders it the more heart-breaking. It is forced to be niggardly in its show of grief. They are the rich who exhibit a full complement of sorrow.
Who is the saddest and most saddening of widows: she who leads by the hand a child who cannot share her reveries, or she who is quite alone? I do not know.... It happened that I once followed for several long hours an aged and afflicted woman of this kind : rigid and erect, wrapped in a little worn shawl, she carried in all her being the pride of stoicism.
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Charles Baudelaire
Vauvenargues says that in public gardens there are alleys haunted principally by thwarted ambition, by unfortunate inventors, by aborted glories and broken hearts, and by all those tumultuous and contracted souls in whom the last sighs of the storm mutter yet again, and who thus betake themselves far from the insolent and joyous eyes of the well-to-do. These shadowy retreats are the rendezvous of life's cripples. To such places above all others do the poet and philosopher direct their avid conjectures. They find there an unfailing pasturage, for if there is one place they disdain to visit it is, as I have already hinted, the place of the joy of the rich. A turmoil in the void has no attractions for them. On the contrary they feel themselves irresistibly drawn towards all that' is feeble, ruined, sorrowing, and bereft.
An experienced eye is never deceived. In these rigid and dejected lineaments ; in these eyes, wan and hollow, or bright with the last fading gleams of the combat against fate; in these numerous profound wrinkles and in the slow and troubled gait, the eye of experience deciphers unnumbered legends of mistaken devotion, of unrewarded effort, of hunger and cold humbly and silently supported.
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted benches? Poor widows, I mean. Whether in mourning or not they are easily recognised. Moreover, there is always something wanting in the mourning of the poor; a lack of harmony which but renders it the more heart-breaking. It is forced to be niggardly in its show of grief. They are the rich who exhibit a full complement of sorrow.
Who is the saddest and most saddening of widows: she who leads by the hand a child who cannot share her reveries, or she who is quite alone? I do not know.... It happened that I once followed for several long hours an aged and afflicted woman of this kind : rigid and erect, wrapped in a little worn shawl, she carried in all her being the pride of stoicism.
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Charles Baudelaire
Resist To Move Forward
Resist to move forward
Fight to live free
Let rise up for rights
Demolishing the walls of hatred
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Mohammad Younus
Resist to move forward
Fight to live free
Let rise up for rights
Demolishing the walls of hatred
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Mohammad Younus
Hunting Song
Round us rolls the heather's sheen,
Heather's sheen,
'Neath the falcon of our queen,
Of our queen.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Round us rolls the heather's sheen,
Heather's sheen,
'Neath the falcon of our queen,
Of our queen.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Danse Macabre
À Ernest Christophe
Fière, autant qu'un vivant, de sa noble stature,
Avec son gros bouquet, son mouchoir et ses gants,
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Charles Baudelaire
À Ernest Christophe
Fière, autant qu'un vivant, de sa noble stature,
Avec son gros bouquet, son mouchoir et ses gants,
.....
Charles Baudelaire
Forever'it Composed Of Nows
624
Forever-it composed of Nows-
'Tis not a different time-
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Emily Dickinson
624
Forever-it composed of Nows-
'Tis not a different time-
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Emily Dickinson
Paradise Lost: Book 05
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,
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John Milton
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,
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John Milton
The Deserted Garden
I know a village in a far-off land
Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain
With tinted walls a space on either hand
And fed by many an olive-darkened lane
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Alan Seeger
I know a village in a far-off land
Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain
With tinted walls a space on either hand
And fed by many an olive-darkened lane
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Alan Seeger
The Heliotrope
There is a flower, whose modest eye
Is turn'd with looks of light and love,
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh.
Whene'er the sun is bright above.
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Thomas Gent
There is a flower, whose modest eye
Is turn'd with looks of light and love,
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh.
Whene'er the sun is bright above.
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Thomas Gent
Les Phares
Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de la chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
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Charles Baudelaire
Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de la chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
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Charles Baudelaire
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 03: Interlude
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls
On bright red roofs and walls;
The trees in the park exhale a ghost of rain;
We go from door to door in the streets again,
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Conrad Aiken
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls
On bright red roofs and walls;
The trees in the park exhale a ghost of rain;
We go from door to door in the streets again,
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Conrad Aiken
On A Drop Of Dew
See how the orient dew,
Shed from the bosom of the morn
Into the blowing roses,
Yet careless of its mansion new,
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Andrew Marvell
See how the orient dew,
Shed from the bosom of the morn
Into the blowing roses,
Yet careless of its mansion new,
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Andrew Marvell
The Night-blowing Cereus
Can it be true, so fragrant and so fair,
To give thy perfumes to the dews of night?
Can aught so beautiful, despise the glare,
And fade, and sicken in the morning light?
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Thomas Gent
Can it be true, so fragrant and so fair,
To give thy perfumes to the dews of night?
Can aught so beautiful, despise the glare,
And fade, and sicken in the morning light?
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Thomas Gent
To My Class: On Certain Fruits And Flowers Sent Me In Sickness
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume,-if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue,-
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
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Sidney Lanier
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume,-if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue,-
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
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Sidney Lanier
Forever-it Composed Of Nows
624
Foreverâ??it composed of Nowsâ??
'Tis not a different timeâ??
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Emily Dickinson
624
Foreverâ??it composed of Nowsâ??
'Tis not a different timeâ??
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Emily Dickinson
To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen
WHEN evening's shadowy fingers fold
The flowers of every hue,
Some shy, half-opened bud will hold
Its drop of morning's dew.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN evening's shadowy fingers fold
The flowers of every hue,
Some shy, half-opened bud will hold
Its drop of morning's dew.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Rape Of The Lock: Canto 2
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
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Alexander Pope
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
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Alexander Pope
Sonnet 04
A garden so well watered before morn
Is hotly up, that not the swart sun's blaze
Down beating with unmitigated rays,
Nor arid winds from scorching places borne,
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Richard Chenevix Trench
A garden so well watered before morn
Is hotly up, that not the swart sun's blaze
Down beating with unmitigated rays,
Nor arid winds from scorching places borne,
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Richard Chenevix Trench
The Sky-lark
THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale,
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale,
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Exhilaration-is Within
383
Exhilarationâ??is withinâ??
There can no Outer Wine
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Emily Dickinson
383
Exhilarationâ??is withinâ??
There can no Outer Wine
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Emily Dickinson
Love Is The Cure
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.'
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.'
.....
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
A Hymn To The Name And Honour Of The Admirable Saint Teresa
Love, thou are absolute sole lord
Of life and death. To prove the word,
We'll now appeal to none of all
Those thy old soldiers, great and tall,
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Richard Crashaw
Love, thou are absolute sole lord
Of life and death. To prove the word,
We'll now appeal to none of all
Those thy old soldiers, great and tall,
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Richard Crashaw
Les Phares (the Beacons)
Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
.....
Charles Baudelaire
Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
.....
Charles Baudelaire
June Dreams, In January
“So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon
With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;
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Sidney Lanier
“So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon
With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;
.....
Sidney Lanier
Don Rafael
“I would not have,” he said,
“Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave,
Grief's hideous panoply I would not have
Round me when I am dead.
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Emma Lazarus
“I would not have,” he said,
“Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave,
Grief's hideous panoply I would not have
Round me when I am dead.
.....
Emma Lazarus
Winter Complaint
Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
.....
Ogden Nash
Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
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Ogden Nash
À Marie Beamish
Cher ange, il est, un nom qui fait battre mon coeur
Enivré de sa grâce,
Un nom mélodieux qui murmure : bonheur !
Quand sur ma lèvre il passe ;
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Cher ange, il est, un nom qui fait battre mon coeur
Enivré de sa grâce,
Un nom mélodieux qui murmure : bonheur !
Quand sur ma lèvre il passe ;
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Khirôn
Hèlios, désertant la campagne infinie,
S'incline plein de gloire aux plaines d'Haimonie ;
Sa pourpre flotte encor sur la cime des monts.
Le grand fleuve Océan apaise ses poumons,
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Hèlios, désertant la campagne infinie,
S'incline plein de gloire aux plaines d'Haimonie ;
Sa pourpre flotte encor sur la cime des monts.
Le grand fleuve Océan apaise ses poumons,
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Qaïn
En la trentième année, au siècle de l'épreuve,
Étant captif parmi les cavaliers d'Assur,
Thogorma, le voyant, fils d'Élam, fils de Thur,
Eut ce rêve, couché dans les roseaux du fleuve,
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
En la trentième année, au siècle de l'épreuve,
Étant captif parmi les cavaliers d'Assur,
Thogorma, le voyant, fils d'Élam, fils de Thur,
Eut ce rêve, couché dans les roseaux du fleuve,
.....
Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Sepulture
Deep in my heart, as in the hollow stone
And silence of some olden sepulcher,
Thy silver beauty lies, and shall not stir-
Forgotten, incorruptible, alone:
.....
Clark Ashton Smith
Deep in my heart, as in the hollow stone
And silence of some olden sepulcher,
Thy silver beauty lies, and shall not stir-
Forgotten, incorruptible, alone:
.....
Clark Ashton Smith
Le Massacre De Mona
Or, Mona, du milieu de la mer rude et haute,
Dressait rigidement les granits de sa côte,
Qui, massifs et baignés d'écume et pleins de bruit,
Brisaient l'eau furieuse en gerbes dans la nuit,
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Or, Mona, du milieu de la mer rude et haute,
Dressait rigidement les granits de sa côte,
Qui, massifs et baignés d'écume et pleins de bruit,
Brisaient l'eau furieuse en gerbes dans la nuit,
.....
Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Duality
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,
Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;
Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,
And ivy winds its tower with the rose.
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Clark Ashton Smith
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,
Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;
Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,
And ivy winds its tower with the rose.
.....
Clark Ashton Smith
The Prioress's Tale
FROM CHAUCER
"Call up him who left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold."
.....
William Wordsworth
FROM CHAUCER
"Call up him who left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold."
.....
William Wordsworth
