Misconceptions (Robert Browning Poem)
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From ...
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your ...
The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the ...
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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