Confessions : Robert Browning : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :

Confessions : : By ROBERT BROWNING : : : : What is he buzzing in my ears?“Now that I come to die,Do I view the world as a vale of tears?”Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view againWhere the physic bottles standOn the table’s edge,—is a suburb lane,With aContinue reading “Confessions : Robert Browning : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :”

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