The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little ...
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