Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
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