Bifurcation, by Robert Browning
WE were two lovers; let me lie by her,
My tom...
Flower Poems
The Cardinal and the Dog, by Robert Browning
CRESCENZIO, the Pope's Legate at the High Coun...
Confessions, by Robert Browning
What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I co...
Evelyn Hope, by Robert Browning
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Sit and watch b...
A Face, by Robert Browning
If one could have that little head of hers
Pa...
The Glove, by Robert Browning
(Peter Ronsard Loquitur) "Heigho!" yawned one ...
Home Thoughts, From Abroad, by Robert Browning
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there, ...
A Pretty Woman, by Robert Browning
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the ...
Rabbi Ben Ezra, by Robert Browning
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,...
Songs From Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning
Day! Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim,...
Up at a Villa—Down in the City, by Robert Browning
(As distinguished by an Italian person of quali...
A Woman's Last Word, by Robert Browning
Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor wee...
The Garden God's Address, by Catullus
This farm, young passengers, these marshy mea...
Lesbia's Sparrow, by Catullus
Sparrow, that art my darling's pet--
My darli...
1915: The Trenches, by Conrad Aiken
I All night long, it has seemed for many year...
Discord, by Conrad Aiken
The hurdy-gurdy sings in the golden morning;
...
Episode in Grey, by Conrad Aiken
I So, to begin with, dust blows down the str...
Innocence, by Conrad Aiken
The little leaves that climbed so high
Are blo...
Nocturne of Remembered Spring, by Conrad Aiken
I Moonlight silvers the ghostly tops of trees,...
Parasitics: To Certain Poets, by Conrad Aiken
Who are you, now, that thus presume
To come ...
The Rejection, by Conrad Aiken
Sitting in a café, and watching her refl...
Rose and Murray, by Conrad Aiken
After the movie, when the lights come up,
He...
Sonata in Pathos, by Conrad Aiken
I Well, I am tired.. Tired of all these years...
To My Wife, by Conrad Aiken
Whatever loveliness is in this music,
Whateve...
Variations: VII, by Conrad Aiken
Red leaf, red leaf, falling to float
On the ...