Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants ...
Start where you stand and never mind the past, The past won't help you in beginning new, If you have ...
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