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Robert Browning

Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came

I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. II. What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, ...

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The Confessional

I. It is a lie—their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their … all they fear or hope Are lies, and lies—there! through my door And ceiling, there! and walls and floor, There, lies, they lie—shall still be hurled Till spite of them I reach the world! II. You think Priests just and holy men! Before they put me in this ...

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Song From Paracelsus

HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear’d with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian’s fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to ...

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Cavalier Tunes

MARCHING ALONG. I. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. II. God for King Charles! Pym and such carles To the Devil that prompts ’em their treasonous parles! Cavaliers, ...

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Garden Francies

I. THE FLOWER’S NAME Here’s the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss Hinders the hinges and makes them wince! She must have reached this shrub ere she turned, As back with that murmur the wicket swung; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot ...

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To Edward Fitzgerald

I chanced upon a new book yesterday; I opened it, and, where my finger lay ‘Twixt page and uncut page, these words I read – Some six or seven at most – and learned thereby That you, Fitzgerald, whom by ear and eye She never knew, “thanked God my wife was dead.” Aye, dead! and were yourself alive, good Fitz, ...

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