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  • Sordello: Book The Second
    The woods were long austere with snow: at last
    Pink leaflets budded on the beech, and fast
    Larches, scattered through pine-tree solitudes,
    Brightened, "as in the slumbrous heart o' the woods ...
  • Songs From Pippa Passes
    Day! Faster and more fast,
    O'er night's brim, day boils at last:
    Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.
    Where spurting and suppressed it lay, ...
  • The Cardinal And The Dog
    Browning wrote this poem in 1842 for Macready's son, who was ill. He had also written the Pied Piper of Hamelin at the same time.


    Crescenzio, the Pope's Legate at the High Council, Trent, ...
  • Bad Dreams Iii
    This was my dream: I saw a Forest
    Old as the earth, no track nor trace
    Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explorest,
    Though in a trembling rapture, space ...
  • Sordello: Book The Third
    And the font took them: let our laurels lie!
    Braid moonfern now with mystic trifoly
    Because once more Goito gets, once more,
    Sordello to itself! A dream is o'er, ...
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Life 143 God 138 Heart 137 Love 132 I Love You 132 Never 125 World 114 Good 113 Face 113 Long 111


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Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have
 by George Meredith

Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift
To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie
With her fair visage an inverted sky
Bloom-covered, while the underlids uplift,
Would almost wreck the faith; but when her mouth
(Can it kiss sweetly? sweetly!) would address
The inner me that thirsts for her no less,
And has so long been languishing in drouth,
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