A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
DUNCAN GRAY cam' here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule-night when we were fou, Ha, ha, ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
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