The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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