LORD
BYRON
(1788 - 1823)
She
walks in beauty, like the night
Of
cloudless climes and starry skies,
And
all that's best of dark and bright
Meet
in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which
heaven to gaudy day denies...
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
(1792 - 1822)
I
sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the daedal Earth,
And
of heaven and the giant wars
And
Love, and Death, and Birth.
JOHN
KEATS
(1795
- 1821)
My
heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My
sense, as thoughof hemlock I had drunk,
Or
emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One
minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk.
CHARLES
BAUDELAIRE
(1821
- 1867)
Et
nous alimentons nos aimable remords,
Comme
les mediants nourrissent leur vermine.
ARTHUR
RIMBAUD
(1854
- 1891)
Farce
continuelle?
Mon
innocence me ferait pleurer.
RAINER MARIA RILKE
(1875 - 1926)
Every
angel is terrible
And
still, alas knowing all that
I serenade you
You
almost deadly birds of soul.
Poet & Siren
POETRY LINKS
Lord
BYRON - Poetical Works
SHELLEY
- Complete Poetical Works
John
KEATS - British Library
Edgar
Allen POE - Selected Works
BAUDELAIRE
- Archive
Arthur
RIMBAUD - Archive
Rainer
Maria RILKE - Archive
