Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
HOW lang and dreary is the night When I am frae my Dearie; I restless lie frae e'en to morn ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
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 ...
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortith a' I could forgive, An 'twere ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
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