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 ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why -- made up the tale ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
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