IV (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank ...
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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