[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene: …
Robert Browning
If one could have that little head of hers …
Let us begin and carry up this corpse, …
I …
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, …
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, …
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, …
But do not let us quarrel any more, …
['Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, …
1. …
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, …
What is he buzzing in my ears? …
Christ God who savest man, save most …
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, …
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! …
Oh, to be in England …
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; …
Escape me? …
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, …
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, …
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, …
All that I know …
Never the time and the place …
Out of your whole life give but a moment! …
Over the sea our galleys went, …
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, …
The rain set early in to-night, …
Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, …
Among these latter busts we count by scores, …
Grow old along with me! …
Nay but you, who do not love her, …
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! …
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, …
Just for a handful of silver he left us, …
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter …
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, …
Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, …
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, …
It once might have been, once only: …