Up At A Villa- Down In The City (Robert Browning Poem)
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting ...
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
Youth of delight come hither. And see the opening morn, Image of truth new born. Doubt is fled & clouds ...
I'll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little ...
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