belle - Popular Poems and stories from category

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering
The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone
The squirrel's granary is full, And the harv...

There was a young belle of
Whose garments were always in patchez
When comment
On the state of her clothes,

С балкона своего склоняется взглянуть
На путь к Италии с луарских побережий,
Нахмурив бледный лоб, в венке оливы свежей