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Cupidon, l'amour, toujours... Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposed dead;And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,And all those friends which I thought buried.How many a holy and obsequious tearHath dear religious...

Alfred de Musset, c'est un poète dont j'aime à me réciter les vers, et ce sonnet 30 est celui de Willie que je connais depuis le plus longtemps...et cela n'a aucun rapport. When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things...

Job (Marc Chagall) Nous allons le retrouver très souvent ce pauvre Job...avec des appréciations très diverses... When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon...

Est-ce une promesse de repos...? How can I then return in happy plight,That am debarred the benefit of rest?When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,But day by night and night by day oppressed, And each, though enemies to either's reign,Do in consent...

Construites pour faire vaciller la raison Chute d'eau 1961 Maurits Cornelis Escher Les figures impossibles de Maurits, de l'eau qui descend en remontant, des soldats qui montent en descendant, Montée et descente 1960 Maurits Cornelis Escher et tant d'autres......

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;But then begins a journey in my headTo work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,And keep...

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this written embassage,To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mineMay make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,But that I hope...

Let those who are in favour with their starsof public honour and proud titles boast,whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spreadbut as the marigold at the sun's eye,And...

Perspective de Paris Maurice Utrillo Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled,Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,And perspective that is best painter's art. For through the painter must you see his...

'She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to...