Evelyn Hope (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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