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 ...
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,This autumn morning! How he sets his bonesTo bask i' the sun, ...
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 ...
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 ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ``I know you both, ``Have recognized your plighted troth, ...
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, ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
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. 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 ...
Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair Wealth that never yet was but might be--all that verse-making ...
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
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