Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
AT 1 Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, And plenty of bacon each day in the year; We've a' ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
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 . ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
"Christmas is not just a season, Christmas is not just a day, Christmas is more than a reason For parties, ...
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