I My love, this is the bitterest, that thouWho art all truth and who dost love me nowAs thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say— Shouldst love so…
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Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?Nephews—sons mine—ah ***, I know not! Well—She, men would have to be your mother once,Old Gandolf envied me, so…
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!Rescue my Castle, before the hot dayBrightens the blue from its silvery grey, (Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!” Ride past the suburbs, asleep…
I Out of the little chapel I burstInto the fresh night-air again.Five minutes full, I waited firstIn the doorway, to escape the rainThat drove in gusts down the common’s centreAt…
What is he buzzing in my ears?“Now that I come to die,Do I view the world as a vale of tears?”Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once,…
There’s a woman like a dewdrop, she ’s so purer than the purest;And her noble heart ’s the noblest, yes, and her sure faith’s the surest:And her eyes are dark…
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,Sit here by my side,On my knees put up both little feet!I was sure, if I tried,I could make you laugh spite of…
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free,Will they pass to where—by death, fools think, imprisoned—Low he lies who once so loved you,…
Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the…
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;Bluish ’mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;In the dimmest North-east…
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;“Good speed!” cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;“Speed!” echoed the wall to us galloping…
The moth’s kiss, first!Kiss me as if you made believeYou were not sure, this eve,How my face, your flower, had pursedIts petals up; so, here and thereYou brush it, till…
That second time they hunted meFrom hill to plain, from shore to sea,And Austria, hounding far and wideHer blood-hounds through the countryside,Breathed hot and instant on my trace,— I made…
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely,As thou pliest thy trade in this devil’s-smithy— Which is the poison to…
I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,Since now at length my fate I know,Since nothing all my love avails,Since all, my life seem’d meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs…
Robert Browning one of the major poets of the Victorian Age was born in a rich family in London. He chose poetry as his vocation; but his early poems attracted…
Escape me?Never— Beloved!While I am I, and you are you,So long as the world contains us both,Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My…
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?—My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton eyes, or me? II.…
Just for a handful of silver he left us,Just for a riband to stick in his coat—Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,Lost all the others she lets…
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitterAs one at first believes?Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitterAbout your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,I noticed that today;One…
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and milesOn the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep****** homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop As they crop— Was the…
I Room after room,I hunt the house throughWe inhabit together.Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind herLeft in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!As…
The grey sea and the long black land;And the yellow half-moon large and low;And the startled little waves that leapIn fiery ringlets from their sleep,As I gain the cove with…
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,And did he stop and speak to you?And did you speak to him again?How strange it seems, and new? II But you were…
This is a spray the Bird clung to,Making it blossom with pleasure,Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,Fit for her nest and her treasure.Oh, what a hope beyond measureWas the…