Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Abandon the past Throw away the baggage Suffer no more. avast(stop now) Breakaway from the chains and shackles Which from ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
Can it be right to give what I can give ? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
Can it be right to give what I can give? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears As ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
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