An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poems)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)</i>Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I ...
(_Epilogue to 'The Two Poets of Croisic.'_)What a pretty tale you told meOnce upon a time--Said you found it somewhere ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
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 ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
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