Poems by Paul Verlaine
Le Faune
... Have led us, pensive pilgrims, here ...
Il Bacio
... Man, bent o'er thine enthralling chalice, Kiss, ...
A La Promenade
... Seem smiling on the light costumes we wear,- ...
Langueur
... That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,--the while ...
Ariettes Oubliees
... no flaws? This grief has no cause ...
Le Rossignol
... Light mid the yellow leaves, that shake and sigh, ...
What Sayest Thou, Traveller
... Those new disgusts, just like their brothers, littered stale, ...
Spleen
... From your dear hand some killing blow ...
Son, Thou Must Love Me
... The nails, the sponge, that, all, thy soul shall guide ...
Nevermore
... -Ah, me! The earliest flowers, how sweet are they! ...
Birds In The Night
... And your glance, which was lying, dear, would flame,- ...
Bruxelles
... Little trees that flatly spread, ...
The Tree's Reflection
... Whilst up among the actual boughs, forlorn, ...
It Is You
... "Thus, sheep when first they issue from the fold, ...
The Scene Behind The Carriage Window Panes
... whole plains With streams and harvest-fields and trees and blue ...
