Poesee

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I...

We built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the...

It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and...

MOTLEY I count the only wear
That suits, in this mixed...

ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand...

NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer...

GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be
To enjoy our...

O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home
We're door by...

CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word
...

FOR these are sacred fishes all
Who know that lord that is...

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors
Many's a frozen night, and merrily
Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:
'At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush,' said he,

... Le soir descend. Sur la neige des frissons roses
Courent, qui la font palpiter comme une chair ;
Et les toits des chalets, par leurs trappes mi-closes,
Laissent...

Dans la splendeur des cieux un astre vient de naître,
Sur ses langes d'azur j'ai cru le reconnaître ;
Vers lui mon espérance a dirigé son vol.
La Terre ! Ah ! je la...

How do you do ? mon coeur a faim
De votre regard qui dédaigne ;
Et depuis l'autre jour il saigne,
Viendrez-vous le soigner enfin ?

Car, bien que le...