A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poems)
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
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 ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
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