Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
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