The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves,
With breasts palpitating and wings refurled, With passion of couched limbs, as one who
Sleeping, and in her sleep she sees uncurled Dre...
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous...
Ты забыла, а я помню!Нюхал я цветы в саду.
Ты прогуливалась поздно.
Ночь нависла на носу.
Ты в раю давно скучала
И хотела убежать.
In a southern forest gloomy and old,
So lately the scene of a terrible fight,
A soldier, alone in the dark and cold,
Is keeping the watch tonight
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting,
In every line, a crystal sphere,
And full of intimate and secret cheer
Therefore I will
It's mighty lonesome-like and drear
Above the Wild the moon rides high,
And shows up sharp and
The emptiness of earth and sky;
Simply she stands at the cathedral’sgreat ascent, close to the rose window,with the apple in the apple-pose,guiltless-guilty once and for allof the growing she gave birth tosince form the circle of eternitiesloving she went forth, top struggle thr...
Еве
Она пишет: «Агатовые бусы к твоим ногам». Они рассыпаются около пальцев ног, и один шарик попадает под ступню. Чувствую подушечками, перекатываю под большим. Странное ощущение – не чувствовать пола под собой, земли, не видеть неба, поднима...
The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spurr'd his courser on,
Without stop or stay, down the rocky way,
That leads to Brotherstone
Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the misletoe;
Instead of holly, now
The greener box, for show
Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet; Ah
qu'elle est belle La Marguerite
Margaret's maids are fair to see, Freshly dress'd and pleasantly; Margaret's hair ...
Saint Margaret's Eve it did befall, The waves roll so gayly O, The tide came creeping up the wall, Love me true
I opened my gate; who there should stand-- The waves roll so gayly O, But a fair lady, with a cup in her hand, Love me true
T...