My Last Duchess By Robert Browning Lyrics & Chords By Classicpoetryaloud

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries...read more

When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died, The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide, He dropped where he loved on the...read more

Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight Softest clothing,...read more

The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death. ...read more

Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light Though wise men at their end know dark is right ...read more