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 ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
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 ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. ...
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