A Face, by Robert Browning
If one could have that little head of hers
Pa...
If one could have that little head of hers
Pa...
There's not a joy we have so strong,
As when...
Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie ...
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exc...
A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath...
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that ...
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of...
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day l...
I Came the barbarian horde with the autumn;
...
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With ...
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said...
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou...
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half...
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but ...
Father of all! In every age,
In every clime ...
Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon w...
I wake in darkness
My eyes adjust to see the ...
Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloud...
Breathing the thin breath through our nostrils,...
If you stay at home long enough
a wonderful t...
From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...
From the Gulistan To the ignorant man nothing ...
To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of ...
We reached the grove's deep shadow and there fo...