Prospice, by Robert Browning
Fear death? To feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and th...
Fear death? To feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and th...
WHAT, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,
Made Pope at our last Conclave? Full low his life...
I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
W...
Χ α ί ρ ε τ &epsilon, ν ι κ ω μ ε ...
A SIMPLE ring with a single stone
To the vulgar eye no stone of price:
Whisper the right word,...
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad;
The house-roofs se...
OUT of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come a...
All I can say isI saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady...
All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,...
FERRARA That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That...
FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed I catch thee?
Death-doomed by our Law of the Bor...
This is a spray the bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top sh...
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startle...
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to h...
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where ...