Paracelsus. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. Colombe's birthday |
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I crown you My great white queen , my spirit's arbitress , Magnificent- ( From without is heard the voice of PIPPA singing- ) The year's at the spring , And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven ; The hill - side's dew - pearled : The ...
I crown you My great white queen , my spirit's arbitress , Magnificent- ( From without is heard the voice of PIPPA singing- ) The year's at the spring , And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven ; The hill - side's dew - pearled : The ...
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Aureole believe Berth beside better Charles claim Cleves comes Count course Court crown D'Ormea dare dear doubt dream earth Enter eyes face father fear Fest Festus follow give God's gone hand happy hate hear heard heart hold hope Italy keep King lady laugh least leave less light live look means mind morning nature never night o'er once Paracelsus pass past praise present Prince prove rest seek seems serve smile soul speak spirit stand stay strange strength success sure talk tell thee There's thing thou thought true trust truth turn VALENCE Victor wait weak whole wonder wrongs
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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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Paracelsus. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. Colombe's birthday Volumen1 de Poems, Robert Browning |
| Autor | Robert Browning |
| Editor | J. R. Osgood, 1875 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 3 Oct. 2007 |
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