“At The Water’s Edge” by Sully Prudhomme
To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow Two – side by side; To see the gliding clouds that come and And mark them glide; If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale, To watch it wreath; If flowers...
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Moon Rising over the Sea, by Caspar David Friedrich Along the quay, the great ships, that ride the swell in silence, take no notice of the cradles. that the hands of the women rock. But the day of...
View Article“Broken Vase” by Sully Prudhomme
Munich Still Life, by William Harnett The vase where this verbena is dying was cracked by a blow from a fan. It must have barely brushed it, for it made no sound. But the slight wound, biting into the...
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