In A Gondola (Robert Browning Poem)
The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, ...
The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, ...
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 ...
O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my ...
TURN again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can'st thou break his ...
FAIR the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree; ...
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day And gathered there the nosegay that you see Singing within myself ...
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we ...
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
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