Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
"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 ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
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