The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
O HOW can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
AH, woe is me, my mother dear! A man of strife ye've born me: For sair contention I maun bear; ...
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