The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbelief For Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet nor of grief The rock with tears ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
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