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• Pippa's Song

  The year 's at the spring,
  And day 's at the morn;
  Morning 's at seven; …

  Robert Browning

• You'll love Me yet

  You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
  Your love's protracted growing:
  June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry, …

  Robert Browning

• Porphyria's Lover

  The rain set early in to-night,
  The sullen wind was soon awake,
  It tore the elm-tops down for spite, …

  Robert Browning

• Earl Mertoun's Song

  There 's a woman like a dewdrop, she 's so purer than the purest;
  And her noble heart 's the noblest, yes, and her sure faith's the surest:
  And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre …

  Robert Browning

• In a Gondola

  The moth's kiss, first!
  Kiss me as if you made me believe
  You were not sure, this eve, …

  Robert Browning

• Parting at Morning

  Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
  And the sun look'd over the mountain's rim:
  And straight was a path of gold for him, …

  Robert Browning

• The Lost Mistress

  All 's over, then: does truth sound bitter
  As one at first believes?
  Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter …

  Robert Browning

• Home-thoughts, from Abroad

  O, TO be in England
  Now that April 's there,
  And whoever wakes in England …

  Robert Browning

• Home-thoughts, from the Sea

  Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
  Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
  Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; …

  Robert Browning

• The Which's Ballad

  O, I hae come from far away,
  From a warm land far away,
  A southern land across the sea, …

  William Bell Scott

• Sorrow

  Count each affliction, whether light or grave,
  God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou
  With courtesy receive him; rise and bow; …

  Aubrey De Vere

• The County of Mayo

  On the deck of Patrick Lynch's boat I sat in woful plight,
  Through my sighing all the weary day and weeping all the night;
  Were it not that full of sorrow from my people forth I go, …

  George Fox

• Airly Beacon

  Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
  O the pleasant sight to see
  Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, …

  Charles Kingsley

• The Sands of Dee

  'o MARY, go and call the cattle home,
  And call the cattle home,
  And call the cattle home, …

  Charles Kingsley

• Say not the Struggle Naught availeth

  Say not the struggle naught availeth,
  The labour and the wounds are vain,
  The enemy faints not, nor faileth, …

  Arthur Hugh Clough

• The Imprisoned Soul

  At the last, tenderly,
  From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
  From the clasp of the knitted locks—from the keep of the well-closed doors, …

  Walt Whitman

• O Captain! My Captain!

  O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
  The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
  The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, …

  Walt Whitman

• Trust Thou Thy Love

  Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
  Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?
  Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet; …

  John Ruskin

• When the World is burning

  When the world is burning,
  Fired within, yet turning
  Round with face unscathed; …

  Ebenezer Jones

• At Her Window

  Beating Heart! we come again
  Where my Love reposes;
  This is Mabel's window-pane; …

  Frederick Locker-Lampson

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