An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poems)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
II christened you in happier days, beforeThese gray forebodings on my brow were seen;You are still lovely in your new-leaved ...
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverishedthe existence of the individual; the relationship betweenone human being and another ...
This is the thanksgiving of the weary,The song of him that is ready to rest.It is good to be glad ...
The giant hogweed.It stands down by the harbour,tall as two men,thrives in rotten wrack and fish.Look at its cartwheels,how tall ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
Ma pauvre muse, h?las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?Tes yeux creux sont peupl?s de visions nocturnes,Et je vois tour ? tour ...
Take back, my friend, the gifts once given.No fairer find I this side HeavenWith which to bless thee, than thine ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
We in this society like the rich men in the bible slow to turn from the world to be guided ...
Banding together people of all nations putting on love to give these people hope Offering aid, assistance even though they ...
The cries of the children, of the mothers, fathers all who have lost so much this nation, lying in ruin ...
A question, pregnant on our lips the extent of the devastation the cost of the earthquake in that impoverished land ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
O hour of my muse: why do you leave me, Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight? Alone: what ...
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