Robert Browning

Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.

Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.

Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
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Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf,
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England--now.

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.

Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice,
neither, in my opinion, is safe.

Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice,
neither, in my opinion, is safe.

Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me--
(When fortune's malice
Lost her read more

Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me--
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais)--
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy."