The Last Ride Together (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
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