Poems by André Breton
The Green Linnet
... While birds, and butterflies, and flowers, ...
The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing
... Like the strong wind, or sleeping like the wind ...
Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room
... Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) ...
She Was a Phantom of Delight
... Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles ...
October, 1803
... These times strike monied worldlings with dismay: ...
The World Is Too Much With Us
... We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! ...
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
... Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy ...
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
... Dear child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, ...
A Complaint
... —Such change, and at the very door ...
Yarrow Revisited
... Well pleased that future Bards should chant ...
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798
... And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, ...
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
... She lived unknown, and few could know ...
Most Sweet it is
... The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews ...
Yarrow Visited. September, 1814
... One hour is theirs, nor more is mine— ...
Laodamia
... And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast ...
