Any Wife To Any Husband (Robert Browning Poem)
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
THE KING'S most humble servant, I Can scarcely spare a minute; But I'll be wi' you by an' by; Or ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
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