The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro' a' our lasses he did ...
YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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