The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
HOW lang and dreary is the night When I am frae my Dearie; I restless lie frae e'en to morn ...
HOW long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
O SAD and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, ...
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
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