Robert Browning

Să-ncetăm, Iubire, Lupta, chinul - Ca-n trecut, Iubire, Somnul, linul... Ce nebuni cuvântă? Eu și tu. Păsări ce se-nfruntă, Șoimi,

I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from

I. Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and

I. Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--- Next time,

Oh, good gigantic smile o\' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i\' the sun, and thrusts out knees and

I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whateer you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth

At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned-- Low

Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one

FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet\'s wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of the sexton\'s browsing horse, the

ANCIEN RGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro\' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in

From ‘Paracelsus’ By Robert Browning (1812–1889) I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate’er you may

The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from