“Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes” (Robert Browning Poem)
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only ...
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired, How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd; How ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
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 . ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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