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Impression Le Reveillon
The sky is laced with fitful red, / The circling mists and shadows flee, / The dawn is rising from the sea,
In The Gold Room A Harmony
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys / Strayed in a fitful fantasy, / Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Italia
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen / Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride / From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
My limbs are wasted with a flame, / My feet are sore with travelling, / For, calling on my Lady's name,
La Fuite De La Lune
To outer senses there is peace, / A dreamy peace on either hand / Deep silence in the shadowy land,
La Mer
A white mist drifts across the shrouds, / A wild moon in this wintry sky / Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Le Jardin
The lily's withered chalice falls / Around its rod of dusty gold, / And from the beech-trees on the wold
Le Jardin Des Tuileries
This winter air is keen and cold, / And keen and cold this winter sun, / But round my chair the children run
Le Panneau
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade / There stands a little ivory girl, / Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
Les Ballons
Against these turbid turquoise skies / The light and luminous balloons / Dip and drift like satin moons
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