Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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."
"With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare read more
"With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare be!
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.
In the great right of an excessive wrong.
In the great right of an excessive wrong.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt read more
Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good,
'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
To me at least was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
To me at least was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
