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Robert Browning

Robert Browning

Pippa’s Song

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!

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Otras obras de Robert Browning...
The Guardian

A PICTURE AT FANO. Dear and great Angel, wouldst tho… That child, when thou hast done wi… Let me sit all the day here, that… Shall find performed thy special m…
A Light Woman

So far as our story approaches the… Which do you pity the most of us t… My friend, or the mistress of my f… With her wanton eyes, or me? My friend was already too good to…
Confessions

What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of… Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I…
The Cardinal and the Dog

Crescenzio, the Pope’s Legate at… —Year Fifteen hundred twenty-two,… On writing letters to the Pope ti… Rose, weary, to refresh himself, a… (I give mine Author’s very words:…
Bishop Blougram’s Apology

NO more wine? then we’ll push bac… A final glass for me, though: cool… We ought to have our Abbey back,… It’s different, preaching in basil… And doing duty in some masterpiece
Count Gismond

Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…
Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church, Rome, The

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity… Draw round my bed: is Anselm keep… Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I… She, men would have to be your mot… Old Gandolf envied me, so fair sh…
“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”

My first thought was, he lied in e… That hoary cripple, with malicious… Askance to watch the workings of h… On mine, and mouth scarce able to… Suppression of the glee, that purs…
How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix

I SPRANG to the stirrup, and J… I galloped, Dirck galloped, we ga… ‘Good speed!’ cried the watch, as… ‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us gal… Behind shut the postern, the light…
The Death of Chatterton, by Henry Wallis
After

Take the cloak from his face, and… Let the corpse do its worst! How he lies in his rights of a man… Death has done all death can. And, absorbed in the new life he l…
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Rephan

How I lived, ere my human life be… In this world of yours,—like you,… When my home was the Star of my G… Come then around me, close about, World-weary earth-born ones! Dark…
"Heap Cassia, Sandal

Heap cassia, sandal-buds and strip… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,
The Lady and the Painter

SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence… So you profess! HE: With heart and soul. SHE: Of which fact this is evide… To help Art-study,- for some dole
Holy

ON WHICH THE JEWS WER… ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHR… IN ROME. ['Now was come about Holy-Cross… and now must my lord preach his fi…
A Death in the Desert

[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antioc… It is a parchment, of my rolls the… Hath three skins glued together, i… And goeth from Epsilon down to Mu… Lies second in the surnamed Chose…



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