Of the terrible doubt of appearances Of the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all, That may-be identily beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,...
Lire la suitePoets to come Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you, a new brood,native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! For you must justify me. I myself but write...
Lire la suiteO Hymen! O Hymenee ! O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only? Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease? Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would soon certainly kill me? (1860)...
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Trop bien aujourd'hui, j'me retrouve sous la pluie ! Mouillé jusqu'aux chaussettes !!! Comme un vieux chien .... vive la pluie ... P.S : Mister Ranjon a fait ses valises.
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Rien à voir avec le reste ... mais c'est juste pour montrer quelques photos du groupe THE ARK (que j'adore ) Voir la galerie
Lire la suiteRavenna I - A year ago I breathed the Italian air,- And yet, methinks this northern Spring is fair,- These fields made golden with the flower of March, The throstle singing on the fathered larch, The cawing rooks, the wood-doves fluttering by, The little...
Lire la suiteDanse macabre Fière, autant qu'un vivant, de sa noble stature,Avec son gros bouquet, son mouchoir et ses gants,Elle a la nonchalance et la désinvoltureD'une coquette maigre aux airs extravagants. Vit-on jamais au bal une taille plus mince ?Sa robe exagérée,...
Lire la suiteÔ Captain! My Captain O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel,...
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Voici les photos de grands poètes comme Baudelaire, Owen, Wilde, Shakespeare .... Voir la galerie
Lire la suiteCarpe Diem O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love's coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey's end in lovers' meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter;...
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