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21 de mai. de 2024 · You'll Love Me Yet. You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry. Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry. From seeds of April 's sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed. At least is sure to strike, And yield-what you'll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like!
Há 4 dias · 47. The Worst Of It. 48. Pacchiarotto - Epilogue. 49. Filippo Baldinucci On The Privilege Of Burial. 50. Numpholeptos. Total 138 God Poems by Robert Browning.
12 de mai. de 2024 · Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
12 de mai. de 2024 · Robert Browning began his literary career in 1830, but he did not have much success in his early years as a poet, despite his family’s unwavering support in helping him achieve his goal. He wrote his first long poem, ‘Pauline, a Fragment of a Confession,’ in March 1833, after mastering the ability of crafting theatrical monologues, which drew the notice of Dante Gabriel Rosetti.
Há 3 dias · Johannes Agricola In Meditation. There's heaven above, and night by night. I look right through its gorgeous roof; No suns and moons though e'er so bright. Avail to stop me; splendor-proof. I keep the broods of stars aloof: For I intend to get to God, For 't is to God I speed so fast, For in God's breast, my own abode,
Há 4 dias · Saul. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!''. Then I wished it, and did kiss his cheek. ``Shall our lip with the honey be bright, with the water be wet. ``And that, faint in his triumph, the monarch sinks back upon life. II. ``Yet now my heart leaps, O beloved!
Há 2 dias · I. Here was I with my arm and heart And brain, all yours for a word, a want Put into a look, just a look, your part, While mine, to repay it . . . vainest vaunt, Were the woman, that's dead, aliv
