My Last Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
YOUR News and Review, sir. I've read through and through, sir, With little admiring or blaming; The Papers are barren ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish gude luck ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
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