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Sonnets from the Portuguese 44: Beloved, thou has brought me many flowers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers, So, in the like name of … Continue reading

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The Secret Sits by Robert Frost

We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. Robert Frost

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Neither Out Far Nor In Deep by Robert Frost

The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; The wetter … Continue reading

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Love among the Ruins by Robert Browning

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop As they crop— Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So … Continue reading

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