Incident Of The French Camp (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
THO' 1 women's minds, like winter winds, May shift, and turn, an' a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist- ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O THAT I had ne'er been married, I wad never had nae care, Now I've gotten wife an' weans, An' ...
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon ...
I AM a keeper of the law In some sma' points, altho' not a'; Some people tell me gin I ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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