The Sunset of Romanticism : Charles Baudelaire : : Evening Poems : :

The Sunset Of Romanticism : : By Charles Baudelaire , Paris – France ( 1821 – 1867 ) : : How beautiful a new sun is when it rises, 1flashing out its greeting, like an explosion! 2– Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion 3its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes! 4I remember! I’veContinue reading “The Sunset of Romanticism : Charles Baudelaire : : Evening Poems : :”

I know not how it falls on me : Emily Brontë : : Evening Poems : :

I know not how it falls on me : : By Emily Brontë : : : : I know not how it falls on me, 1This summer evening, hushed and lone; 2Yet the faint wind comes soothingly 3With something of an olden tone. 4 Forgive me if I’ve shunned so long 5Your gentle greeting, earthContinue reading “I know not how it falls on me : Emily Brontë : : Evening Poems : :”

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free : William Wordsworth : : Evening Poems : :

It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free : : BY William Wordsworth ( 1770 – 1850 ) : : : : It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a NunBreathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its tranquility;The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the Sea;Listen! theContinue reading “It is a beauteous evening, calm and free : William Wordsworth : : Evening Poems : :”

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