The Poetical Works of Robert Browning | ||
He sings.
I
Past we glide, and past, and past!What's that poor Agnese doing
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Grey Zanobi's just a-wooing
To his couch the purchased bride:
Past we glide!
II
Past we glide, and past, and past!Why's the Pucci Palace flaring
Like a beacon to the blast?
Guests by hundreds, not one caring
If the dear host's neck were wried:
Past we glide!
The Poetical Works of Robert Browning | ||