The Laboratory (Robert Browning Poem)
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
IS there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to ...
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