Ah, did you once see Shelley plain
All that I know
But do not let us quarrel any more
Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence!
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare
Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave!
I only knew one poet in my life
I said—Then, dearest, since ’t is so
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he
It once might have been, once only
It was roses, roses, all the way
I wonder do you feel to-day
Just for a handful of silver he left us
Karshish, the picker-up of learning’s crumbs
Let us begin and carry up this corpse
My first thought was, he lied in every word
Never any more
Never the time and the place
No, for I’ll save it! Seven years since
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
Oh, to be in England now that April’s there
Oh, what a dawn of day!
Room after room
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
See, as the prettiest graves will do in time
Shakespeare!—to such names sounding, what succeeds
Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself?
So, the year’s done with!
Stop, let me have the truth of that!
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall
That was I, you heard last night
The gray sea and the long black land
The rain set early in to-night
There’s heaven above, and night by night
The year’s at the spring
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Wanting is—what?
What is he buzzing in my ears?
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
“Why?” Because all I haply can and do
[’Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best
You know, we French stormed Ratisbon