Before (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights ...
YE hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men and give God thanks! Desist, for shame!-proceed no further; God won't ...
O THOU whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turnèd out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan?-proceed no further, 'Twas laurel'd ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
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