Muckle-Mouth Meg, by Robert Browning
FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed...
FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed...
Day! Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim,...
When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wea...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished...
The roses of the world are sad,
The water-lil...
I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affecti...
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Bird's deligh...
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
I In the ages of Faith, before the day
When ...
Lush juices of ripe fruits; splashed color flun...
It scarcely seems winter, so faint is the bree...
The Boy wears a grin,
A scratch on his chin, ...
Heart of me, are you hearing
The drum of hoof...
Whene'er my spirit would upward rise,
Its mor...
Oh happy youth! Season of life most lovely!
Fa...
O LIFE profound! Thine opening ways
Lay clear ...
Amid a crown of radiant hills,
A little wood ...
I have been wandering today
Out on the moor, ...
Nature has waked, and yawn'd, and oped her ey...