In a balcony. Dramatis personae. Dramatic romancesF.A. Stokes Company, 1890 |
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... ! Con . I am not yours then ? How content this man ! I am not his - who change into himself , Have passed into his heart and beat its beats , Who give my hands to him , my eyes , my hair , Give all that was of me away to him- So.
... ! Con . I am not yours then ? How content this man ! I am not his - who change into himself , Have passed into his heart and beat its beats , Who give my hands to him , my eyes , my hair , Give all that was of me away to him- So.
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... Hair like this hair , poor arms as lean as these , Till , -nay , it does not end so , I thank God ! Con . I cannot understand- The happier you ! Queen . Constance , I know not how it is with men : For women ( I am a woman now like you ) ...
... Hair like this hair , poor arms as lean as these , Till , -nay , it does not end so , I thank God ! Con . I cannot understand- The happier you ! Queen . Constance , I know not how it is with men : For women ( I am a woman now like you ) ...
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... hair was early grey ; But joy ere now has brought hair brown again , And joy will bring the cheek's red back , I feel . I could sing once too ; that was in my youth . Still , when men paint me , they declare me Beautiful - for the last ...
... hair was early grey ; But joy ere now has brought hair brown again , And joy will bring the cheek's red back , I feel . I could sing once too ; that was in my youth . Still , when men paint me , they declare me Beautiful - for the last ...
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... hair , not hair like Norbert's , to suit yours , And taller than he is , for yourself are tall . Love him , like me ! Give all away to him ; Think never of yourself ; throw by your pride , Hope , fear , your own good as you saw it once ...
... hair , not hair like Norbert's , to suit yours , And taller than he is , for yourself are tall . Love him , like me ! Give all away to him ; Think never of yourself ; throw by your pride , Hope , fear , your own good as you saw it once ...
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... hair grow these coarse hanks of hair , Your skin , this bark of a gnarled tree , — You might turn myself ! -- should I know or care , When I should be dead of joy , James Lee ? GOLD HAIR : A STORY OF PORNIC . I. OH JAMES LEE'S WIFE . 57.
... hair grow these coarse hanks of hair , Your skin , this bark of a gnarled tree , — You might turn myself ! -- should I know or care , When I should be dead of joy , James Lee ? GOLD HAIR : A STORY OF PORNIC . I. OH JAMES LEE'S WIFE . 57.
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Página 89 - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.
Página 86 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Página 90 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go ! Be our joys three-parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 202 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 315 - Here — here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go ! let joy break with the storm — Peace let the dew send ! Lofty designs must close in like effects : Loftily lying, Leave him — still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying.
Página 94 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Página 96 - So, take and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim) My times be in thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!
Página 201 - My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall," — Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound.
Página 276 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. " Go," cried the Mayor, " and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! " — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, W>th a, " First, if you please, my thousand guilders !
Página 94 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive ; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me : we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? xxni. Not on the vulgar mass Called