Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Robert Browning: Porphyria's Lover
Posted on 13:17 by Unknown
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The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up
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