The Poetical Works of Robert Browning: Dramatic lyrics. LuriaSmith, Elder, & Company, 1888 |
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The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ....: Dramatic lyrics. Luria Robert Browning Vista completa - 1888 |
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Página 52 - Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little...
Página 11 - So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Página 95 - Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 46 - THE gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Página 70 - Noon strikes, — here sweeps the procession ! our Lady borne smiling and smart With a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart ! Bang-whang-whang goes the drum, tootle-te-tootle the fife; No keeping one's haunches still: it's the greatest pleasure in life.
Página 53 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay?
Página 190 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and new ! But you were living before that, And also you are living after; And the memory I started at — My starting moves your laughter!
Página 5 - Who gave me the goods that went since ? Who raised me the house that sank once ? Who helped me to gold I spent since ? Who found me in wine you drank once ? CHORUS. — King Charles, and who...
Página 123 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! See the Christ stand !" XIX I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.
Página 10 - Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.