First Lines of Robert Browning
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,All I believed is true!All June, I bound the rose in sheaves.All that I knowBeautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!Dear, had the world in its capriceEscape me?Grand rough old Martin LutherHow well I know what I mean to doI dream of a red-rose tree.It was roses, roses, all the way,June was not over,Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.Let's contend no more, Love,Of the million or two, more or less,Oh, what a dawn of day!Room after room,So far as our story approaches the end,So, I shall see her in three daysTake the cloak from his face, and at firstThat fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,That was I, you heard last nightThis is a spray the Bird clung to,Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles