Men and women / compiled by Lou Burnard
dc.contributor | Burnard, Lou Computing Service, University of Oxford |
dc.contributor.author | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 |
dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:36:45Z |
dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:36:45Z |
dc.date.created | 1855 |
dc.date.issued | 1988-05-19 |
dc.identifier | ota:1201 |
dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1201 |
dc.description.abstract | In English Title from title page of source text |
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dc.language | English |
dc.language.iso | eng |
dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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dc.rights.label | PUB |
dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
dc.subject.other | Poems |
dc.title | Men and women / compiled by Lou Burnard |
dc.type | Text |
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otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<MT >MEN AND WOMAN <T >LOVE AMONG THE RUINS <R 1> 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-- <R 2> Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So they say) Of our country's very capital, its prince Ages since Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far <R 3> Now--the country does not even boast a tree, As you see, To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills From the hills Interest and give a name to, (else they run Into one) <R 4> Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all, Made of marble, men might march on nor be prest, Twelve abreast. <R 5> And . . .