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 ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
MY love, she's but a lassie yet, My love, she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
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, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
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