"Quand un salon littéraire devient un boudoir pour dames"
This is the age of machinery, A mechanical nightmare, The wonderful world of technology, Napalm hydrogen bombs...
En savoir plusI love to rise on a summer morn, When birds are singing on every tree ; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And...
En savoir plusMy mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh my soul is white! White as an angel is the English...
En savoir plusWhen the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh...
En savoir plusI laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went...
En savoir plusTyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night , What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?...
En savoir plusI wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet,...
En savoir plusDu 2 avril au 28 juin : William Blake (1757-1827), le génie visionnaire du romantisme anglais William Blake (1757-...
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