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 ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
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 ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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