The Last Ride Together (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare, ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
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