Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite "The boy stood on the burning deck." Love's the ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
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 ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Chorus-Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. AS I was walking ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird ...
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