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Three Cantos (Ur-Cantos)

Catullus villa

A Draft of XXX Cantos I-XXX

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Eleven New Cantos XXXI-XLI

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Fifth Decad of Cantos XLII-LI

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Cantos LII to LXXI (China and Adams)

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The Italian Cantos: LXXII-LXXIII

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The Pisan Cantos LXXIV-LXXXIV

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Rock Drill: LXXXV-XCV

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Thrones: Cantos XCVI-CIX

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Drafts & Fragments CX-CXVII



By Robert Browning



The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.




Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!




By Robert Browning


Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,

And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:

And straight was a path of gold for him,

And the need of a world of men for me.