Misconceptions
Track 8 on Browning’s Shorter Poems
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Misconceptions Lyrics
This is a spray the bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
This is a heart the Queen leant on,
Thrilled in a minute erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on, °11
Meet for love's regal dalmatic°.
Oh, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on—
Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
This is a heart the Queen leant on,
Thrilled in a minute erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on, °11
Meet for love's regal dalmatic°.
Oh, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on—
Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!
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- 1.Tray
- 4.Hervé Riel
- 5.Pheidippides
- 6.Evelyn Hope
- 8.Misconceptions
- 10.Apparitions
- 11.A Wall
- 12.Confessions
- 13.A Pretty Woman
- 14.Youth and Art
- 15.A Tale
- 16.Cavalier Tunes
- 18.Summum Bonum
- 19.A Face
- 21.The Lost Leader
- 22.Apparent Failure
- 24.Instans Tyrannus
- 25.The Patriot
- 27.Memorabilia
- 29.Prospice
- 31.De Gustibus
- 34.The Laboratory
- 37.Abt Vogler
- 39.Andrea del Sarto
- 42.Saul
- 43.An Epistle
- 44.One Word More
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