The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning: Pauline. Paracelsus. Strafford. Sordello. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1895

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Página 43 - 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. A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Binds it, and makes all error : and to KNOW Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape. Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Página 106 - Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them!
Página 122 - 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 splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day ! You understand me?
Página 90 - 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...
Página 97 - A hundred shapes of lucid stone ! All day we built its shrine for each, A shrine of rock for every one, Nor paused till in the westering sun We sat together on the beach To sing because our task was done. When lo ! what shouts and merry songs ! What laughter all the distance stirs ! A loaded raft with happy throngs Of gentle islanders! " Our isles are just at hand...
Página 359 - Girl. [Sings .] you'll love me yet! — and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing.
Página 7 - I am made up of an intensest life, Of a most clear idea of consciousness Of self...
Página 40 - 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 hot : 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 57 - tis clear if we refuse The means so limited, the tools so rude To execute our purpose, life will fleet, And we shall fade, and leave our task undone.
Página 126 - Bumbastus kept a devil's bird Shut in the pummel of his sword. That taught him all the cunning pranks Of past and future mountebanks. Hudibras, Part ii. Cant. 3. This Azoth was simply "laudanum suum.

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