De Gustibus— (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
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