Time’s Revenges (Robert Browning Poems)
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
Chorus.-Awa' Whigs, awa'! Awa' Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. OUR ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish gude luck ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
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