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. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
MY love, she's but a lassie yet, My love, she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted-honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
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