Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
SIR,Yours this moment I unseal, And faith I'm gay and hearty! To tell the truth and shame the deil, I ...
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, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
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