Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDO seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIdle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI could never throw Love out of the window.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOne evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDGenius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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