The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow ...
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destinie! M'Pherson's time will not be long On yonder gallows-tree. Chorus.-Sae rantingly, ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. I This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered By ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
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