Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
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.
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.
"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!
There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.
There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.
In the great right of an excessive wrong.
In the great right of an excessive wrong.
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.
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.
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.
