The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
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 ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
We walk in a world that is strange and unknown And in the midst of the crowd we still feel ...
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