Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
CONTENTED wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care, I gie them a skelp as ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
IF you rattle along like your Mistress' tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart; But a fly for your load, ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Celebrate our anniversary - can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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