Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all ...
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