Love Poems – Page 530
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Brignall Banks
o, BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair, / And Greta woods are green, / And you may gather garlands there, … -
Brillaban en la altura
Brillaban en la altura cual moribundas chispas / las pálidas estrellas, / y abajo... muy abajo en la callada selva, … -
Brindes de Meneghin a l'ostaria
Alto allon, trinche vain, trinche vain! / Portee scià mezz e zain — e peston, / trinche vain, trinche vain, prest, allon! … -
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Bring me the sunset in a cup, / Reckon the morning's flagons up / And say how many Dew, … -
Bring Them Not Back
Yet, o my friend—pale conjurer, I call / Thee friend—bring, bring the dead not back again, / Since for the tears, the darkness and the pain … -
Brisa
Llega a mis sienes, tímida, temblando, / tan perfumada como un rosal / la tibia brisa, su andar es blando. … -
Brise marine
La chair est triste, hélas ! et j'ai lu tous les livres. / Fuir ! là-bas fuir! Je sens que des oiseaux sont ivres / D'être parmi l'écume inconnue et les cieux ! … -
British India
A Rudyard Kipling. / Les bureaux ferment à quatre heures à Calcutta ; / Dans le park du palais s'émeut le tennis ground ; … -
British Wonders
IN wretched Times, when Men were given / To mock the Church and spurn at Heaven, / And Pious Saints, like Sinners, sold … -
Broadway
How like the stars are these white, nameless faces— / These far innumerable burning coals! / This pale procession out of stellar spaces, …
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