Paracelsus. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. Colombe's birthdayJ. R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... strange , and moody waywardness Which e'er confused my better spirit , to dwell Only on moments such as these , dear friends ! -My heart no truer , but my words and ways More true to it : as Michal , some mouths hence , Will say ...
... strange , and moody waywardness Which e'er confused my better spirit , to dwell Only on moments such as these , dear friends ! -My heart no truer , but my words and ways More true to it : as Michal , some mouths hence , Will say ...
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... strange course you now affect , will lead To its attainment - and I bid you speed , Nay , count the minutes till you venture forth ! You smile ; but I had gathered from slow thought— Much musing on the fortunes of my friend— Matter I ...
... strange course you now affect , will lead To its attainment - and I bid you speed , Nay , count the minutes till you venture forth ! You smile ; but I had gathered from slow thought— Much musing on the fortunes of my friend— Matter I ...
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... strange , In one matched to his soul's content at length With rivals in the search for Wisdom's prize , To see the sudden pause , the total change ; From contest , the transition to repose- From pressing onward as his fellows pressed ...
... strange , In one matched to his soul's content at length With rivals in the search for Wisdom's prize , To see the sudden pause , the total change ; From contest , the transition to repose- From pressing onward as his fellows pressed ...
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... An arbitrary self - repugnant scheme Of seeking it in strange and untried paths . What books are in the desert ? writes the sea The secret of her yearning in vast caves Where yours will fall the first of human feet ? PARACELSUS . 15.
... An arbitrary self - repugnant scheme Of seeking it in strange and untried paths . What books are in the desert ? writes the sea The secret of her yearning in vast caves Where yours will fall the first of human feet ? PARACELSUS . 15.
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... strange punishments for such . ( Although no visible good flow thence ) some part Of the glory to another ; hiding thus , Even from yourself , that all is for yourself . Say , say almost to God- " I have done all " For her — not for ...
... strange punishments for such . ( Although no visible good flow thence ) some part Of the glory to another ; hiding thus , Even from yourself , that all is for yourself . Say , say almost to God- " I have done all " For her — not for ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adolf Asolo Avicenna Basil Berth beside better brow Chambery Charles Cleves Clug Court Courtiers crown D'Ormea dare dear Aureole doubt dream Duchess Duke earth Einsiedeln eyes face faint father fear Fest Festus fool Gaucelme Girl give God's Guibert hair hand hate hear heart heaven hope Jules Juliers keep King lady laugh leave live look Luigi Malamocco Michal mind morning ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Otti Paracelsus pause PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno praise Prince Berthold prove ROBERT BROWNING Sardinia saw thro seems sing Sire smile soul Spain speak spirit stay strange strength sure talk tell thee There's thing thou thought true trust truth Turin turn Twas VALENCE Victor what's words wrongs Würzburg
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth.
Página 165 - ... day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
Página 165 - DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay. For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed...
Página 172 - All service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work— God's puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first. Say not 'a small event!' Why 'small'? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A 'great event,
Página 181 - God's messenger thro' the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me: then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Sebald.
Página 81 - I cannot feed on beauty for the sake Of beauty only, nor can drink in balm From lovely objects for their loveliness ; My nature cannot lose her first imprint ; I...
Página 29 - See if we cannot beat thine angels yet! Such is my task. I go to gather this The sacred knowledge, here and there dispersed About the world, long lost or never found.
Página 147 - The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows : when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers — then, not till then, I say, begins man's general infancy.
Página 145 - The shining dorrs are busy, beetles run Along the furrows, ants make their ado ; Above, birds fly in merry flocks, the lark Soars up and up, shivering for very joy ; Afar the ocean sleeps ; white fishing-gulls Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe Of nested limpets ; savage creatures seek Their loves in wood and plain — and God renews His ancient rapture.
Página 152 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast ; its splendor, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day.