[excerpts] from Book I What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal…

Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: “Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and…

“These were never your true love’s eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their constancies, And…

Ferrara That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now:…

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-Second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest…