Women And Roses (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
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. ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
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