Poems

• Waterloo

  Pleure, Napoléon, ton pouvoir expirant, / Sous d’indignes revers ta gloire est étouffée ; / Qu’en est-il revenu, de ton pompeux trophée ? — …

  by Gérard de Nerval

• Watervliet

  Mort pour la Patrie. / C’est ici que tomba l’élite de nos Braves, / C’est ici que mon frère est mort pour son pays, …

  by Théodore Weustenraad

• Watteau

  Devers Paris, un soir, dans la campagne, / J’allais suivant l’ornière d’un chemin, / Seul avec moi, n’ayant d’autre compagne …

  by Théophile Gautier

• Waves

  All day the waves assailed the rock, / I heard no church-bell chime; / The sea-beat scorns the minster clock …

  by Ralph Waldo Emerson

• We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —

  We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing — / 'Tisn't all Hock — with us — / Life has its Ale — …

• We can but follow to the Sun —

  We can but follow to the Sun — / As oft as He go down / He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind — …

• We Cover Thee — Sweet Face —

  We Cover Thee — Sweet Face — / Not that We tire of Thee — / But that Thyself fatigue of Us — …

• We do not know the time we lose —

  We do not know the time we lose — / The awful moment is / And takes its fundamental place …

• We do not play on Graves —

  We do not play on Graves — / Because there isn't Room — / Besides — it isn't even — it slants …

• We don't cry — Tim and I,

  We don't cry — Tim and I, / We are far too grand — / But we bolt the door tight …

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