Abt Volger (Robert Browning Poems)
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)</i>Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I ...
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)</i>Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I ...
But, now again to weave the tale begun,All nature, then, as self-sustained, consistsOf twain of things: of bodies and of ...
Upon this earth, the land of the Victorious Ones,Once lived a Saint, known as the second Buddha;His fame was heard ...
But, now again to weave the tale begun,All nature, then, as self-sustained, consistsOf twain of things: of bodies and of ...
Hear you r o music in the creaks Made by the sallow grasshopper, Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks The mellow dryness ...
Let the boy have his will! I tell thee, brother,We treat these little ones too much like flowers,Training them, in ...
Over the garden the moon's tide tumbles;Shrubs are shaken by gusts and tremblings;Pathways ribbon with sudden dissemblingsTowards the threshold where ...
To decay, to become mould, dank mould,Green-lipped, festered; to become dust-To be thwarted asunder by the hand of time-To be ...
In controversial foul impurenessThe peace that is thy light to theeQuench not: in faith and inner surenessPossess thy soul and ...
Like a strong youth who, from refreshing sleep After hard travel, rises light of heart, Active of limb, flushed with ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
''Powers, erst of heaven; and, haply, yet again, As, with the years, we wiser, mightier grow, Thither, triumphant, destined to ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
Bright burn, that flings itself or flows Among the blooming ...
I summon up Panofskv from his bed Among the famous dead To build a tomb which, since I ...
ODE LXXXV: AD LESBIAMHark thou, my Lesbia, there be none existent Can truly say she hath been loved by meAs ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
Thought, I love thought. But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas I despise that self-important game. Thought ...
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