Pauline: Paracelsus; Pippa Passes; King Victor and King Charles, Volumen1T. Y. Crowell, 1898 - 335 páginas |
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Página xvii
... Count de Ripert Monclar , a young French Royal- ist , who , while spending his summers in England , formed a friendship with the poet . The absence of love in the story seemed to him afterwards a draw- back , but Browning , having read ...
... Count de Ripert Monclar , a young French Royal- ist , who , while spending his summers in England , formed a friendship with the poet . The absence of love in the story seemed to him afterwards a draw- back , but Browning , having read ...
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... counts bad , I thankfully discard , And naught forbids my looking up at last For some stray comfort in his cautious brow . When , lo ! I learn that , spite of all , there lurks Some innate and inexplicable germ - Of failure in my scheme ...
... counts bad , I thankfully discard , And naught forbids my looking up at last For some stray comfort in his cautious brow . When , lo ! I learn that , spite of all , there lurks Some innate and inexplicable germ - Of failure in my scheme ...
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... 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 deemed could not be urged in vain ; But it all leaves me at my need : in shreds And fragments ...
... 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 deemed could not be urged in vain ; But it all leaves me at my need : in shreds And fragments ...
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... counts A marvel , but was all - sufficient , strong , Or staggered only at his own vast wits ; While I was restless , nothing satisfied , Distrustful , most perplexed . That struggle ; suffice it , that I loathed myself As weak compared ...
... counts A marvel , but was all - sufficient , strong , Or staggered only at his own vast wits ; While I was restless , nothing satisfied , Distrustful , most perplexed . That struggle ; suffice it , that I loathed myself As weak compared ...
Página 114
... count time lost . Festus . Those happy times will come again . Paracelsus . So you shall gaze : Gone , gone , Those pleasant times ! Does not the moaning wind Seem to bewail that we have gained such gains And bartered sleep for them ...
... count time lost . Festus . Those happy times will come again . Paracelsus . So you shall gaze : Gone , gone , Those pleasant times ! Does not the moaning wind Seem to bewail that we have gained such gains And bartered sleep for them ...
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Pauline. Paracelsus. Strafford. Sordello. Pippa Passes. King Victor and King ... Robert Browning Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Pauline; Paracelsus Strafford; Sordello; Pippa Passes; King Victor and King ... Robert Browning Sin vista previa disponible - 2014 |
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Página xxx - Italy, my Italy ! Queen Mary's saying serves for me — (When fortune's malice Lost her, Calais) Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it,
Página 148 - Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do their best to climb and get to him.
Página 285 - The thing was my earliest attempt at " poetry always dramatic in principle, and so many utterances of \ so many imaginary persons, not mine...
Página 142 - Thus he dwells in all, From life's minute beginnings, up at last To man — the consummation of this scheme Of being, the completion of this sphere Of life : whose attributes had here and there Been scattered o'er the visible world before, Asking to be combined, dim fragments meant To be united in some wondrous whole, Imperfect qualities throughout creation, Suggesting some one creature yet to make, Some point where all those scattered rays should meet Convergent in the faculties of man.
Página 53 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
Página 160 - ... 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 10 - I am made up of an intensest life, Of a most clear idea of consciousness Of self, distinct from all its qualities, From all affections, passions, feelings, powers; And thus far it exists, if tracked, in all: But linked, in me, to self-supremacy, Existing as a centre to all things. Most potent to create and rule and call Upon all things to minister to it...
Página 114 - check The shout, restrain the eager eye ! " But the heaving sea was black behind For many a night and many a day, And land, though but a rock, drew nigh ; So, we broke the cedar pales away...
Página 145 - ... August anticipations, symbols, types Of a dim splendour ever on before In that eternal circle life pursues. For men begin to pass their nature's bound, And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant Their proper joys and griefs ; they grow too great For narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade Before the unmeasured thirst for good: while peace Rises within them ever more and more. Such men are even now upon the earth, Serene amid the half-formed creatures round Who should be saved by them...
Página 104 - Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair : such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unrolled...