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 ...
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,Singing together.Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpesEach in its tetherSleeping safe ...
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
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 ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
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 ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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