The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
IN comin by the brig o' Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry; As day was dawnin in the ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
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