Explore "Ponte Dell' Angelo, Venice" by Robert Browning on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Stop rowing! This one of our bye-canals / O'er a certain bridge you have to cross / That 's named, "Of the Angel: " listen why! / The name "Of the Devil" too much appalls / Venetian acquaintance, so -- his the loss, / While the gain goes... look on high!
An angel visibly guards, yon house: / Above each scutcheon -- a pair -- stands he, / Enfolds them with droop of either wing: / The family's fortune were perilous / Did he thence depart -- you will soon agree, / If I hitch into verse the thing.