A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poems)
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
O LOVE! what shall be said of thee?The son of grief begot by joy?Being sightless, wilt thou see?Being sexless, wilt ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
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