Browning's Italy: A Study of Italian Life and Art in BrowningBaker & Taylor, 1907 - 382 páginas |
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Browning's Italy: A Study of Italian Life and Art in Browning Helen Archibald Clarke Vista completa - 1907 |
Browning's Italy: A Study of Italian Life and Art in Browning Helen Archibald Clarke Vista completa - 1907 |
Browning's Italy: A Study of Italian Life and Art in Browning Helen Archibald Clarke Vista completa - 1907 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 378 - Ay, because the sea's the street there, and 'tis arched by . . . what you call . . . Shylock's bridge with houses on it, where they kept the carnival: I was never out of England — it's as if I saw it all.
Página 207 - Was it not great? did not he throw on God, (He loves the burthen) — God's task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? Did not he magnify the mind, show clear Just what it all meant?
Página 208 - Still, thro' the rattle, parts of speech were rife : While he could stammer He settled Hoti's business— let it be ! — Properly based Oun — Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, Dead from the waist down.
Página 380 - Dust and ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
Página 288 - THAT'S my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf...
Página 287 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 271 - There's the bell clinking from the chapel-top; That length of convent-wall across the way Holds the trees safer, huddled more inside; The last monk leaves the garden; days decrease, And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Página 274 - Tis safer for me, if the award be strict, That I am something underrated here, Poor this long while, — despised, to speak the truth. I dared not, do you know, leave home all day, For fear of chancing on the Paris lords. The best is when they pass and look aside; But they speak sometimes: I must bear it all.
Página 368 - The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
Página 253 - Or holla for the Eight and have him whipped, — How say I? — nay, which dog bites, which lets drop His bone from the heap of offal in the street, — Why, soul and sense of him grow sharp alike, He learns the look of things, and none the less For admonition from the hunger-pinch.