Sonnet 36 – When we met first and loved, I did not build (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
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, ...
Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl, For aught that ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm: Besides I can ...
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen: Guarded by an Angel mild; ...
A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? ...
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
with an Apple Macintosh you can't run Radio Shack programs in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold he said, "put all your sorrows in ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
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