A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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