Home Thoughts, From Abroad (Robert Browning Poem)
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
SWEET are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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 ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
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