Caliban Upon Setebos, by Robert Browning
> "Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) > ['Will sprawl, now that the heat »
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 »
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came, by Robert Browning
> 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, »