 | Robert Browning - 1830 - 426 psl.
...choose. Again the cousin's whistle ! Go, my love. 263. Leonard : Leonardo da Vinci. FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need...the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley's end ___Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar? The Carmine's my cloister : hunt it up, Do, — harry... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 psl.
...Must a little weep, Love, — Foolish me ! And so fall asleep, Love, Loved by thee. FKA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what 's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, it 's past midnight, and you go the rounds, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1863 - 430 psl.
...tootle-tc-tootlc the fife. Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life! FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need...what's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, it's past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley's end Where sportive ladies... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1874 - 372 psl.
...keeps the trump its golden cry? Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth ? FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what 's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, 't is past midnight, and you go the rounds, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1876 - 360 psl.
...sight. 10. — Must a little weep, Love, — Foolish me ! And so tall asleep, Love, Loved by thee. FRA LIPPO LIPPL I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave...You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what 's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, it's past midnight, and you go the rounds, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 psl.
...keeps the trump its golden cry ? Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth ? FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what 's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, 't is past midnight, and you go the rounds, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 psl.
...keeps the trump its golden cry ? Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth ? FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what 's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, 't is past midnight, and you go the rounds, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1886 - 344 psl.
...keeps the trump its golden cry ? Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth ? 70 FRA L1PPO LIPPI. FRA LIPPO LIPPL I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave...midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch mo at an alley's end Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar ? The Carmine's my cloister : hunt... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1887 - 462 psl.
...keeps the trump its golden cry ? Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth ? FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what 's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What, 't is past midnight, and you go the rounds, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1887 - 474 psl.
...keeps the trump its golden cry ? Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth ? FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face. What, 't is past midnight, and you go the rounds, Zooks, what's to blame ? you think you see a monk!... | |
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I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. 
