Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
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