Robert Browning: Chief Poet of the AgeJarvis, 1890 - 136 páginas |
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... WARWICK CRESCENT , W. , March 17th , 1887 . My dear Kingsland , How can I be other than most grateful to you for your generous belief in me ? unwarranted as it may be by anything I have succeeded in doing , although somewhat justi fied ...
... WARWICK CRESCENT , W. , March 17th , 1887 . My dear Kingsland , How can I be other than most grateful to you for your generous belief in me ? unwarranted as it may be by anything I have succeeded in doing , although somewhat justi fied ...
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... Warwick Crescent , Paddington ; and for the last two or three years of his life at 29 , De Vere Gardens , Kensington . Once again in London , Mr. Browning re- newed his old friendships , and made many new ones ; but for the most part ...
... Warwick Crescent , Paddington ; and for the last two or three years of his life at 29 , De Vere Gardens , Kensington . Once again in London , Mr. Browning re- newed his old friendships , and made many new ones ; but for the most part ...
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... Warwick Crescent , W. , · Feb. 9th , '85 . My dear Kingsland , Another of your many proofs of kind- ness to me ! but you are no more likely to tire of being kind than I am of being grateful . I think that the point I wanted to ...
... Warwick Crescent , W. , · Feb. 9th , '85 . My dear Kingsland , Another of your many proofs of kind- ness to me ! but you are no more likely to tire of being kind than I am of being grateful . I think that the point I wanted to ...
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... Warwick Crescent , Fan . 6th , '86 . My dear Kingsland , and I did indeed get your very kind and . considerate letter addressed to returned it to him with every acknowledge- ment of the interest in my books which I have -very long now ...
... Warwick Crescent , Fan . 6th , '86 . My dear Kingsland , and I did indeed get your very kind and . considerate letter addressed to returned it to him with every acknowledge- ment of the interest in my books which I have -very long now ...
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... Warwick Crescent , when the conversation was ranging round the ways of little children , he abruptly broke in : " I was one day playing a delicate piece of Chopin's on the piano ; and on hearing a loud noise outside the room , hastily ...
... Warwick Crescent , when the conversation was ranging round the ways of little children , he abruptly broke in : " I was one day playing a delicate piece of Chopin's on the piano ; and on hearing a loud noise outside the room , hastily ...
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Página 86 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 136 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Página 88 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Página 76 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 109 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor mayst conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Página 83 - 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, for ever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
Página 97 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern, to live and to die ? Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us — they watched from their graves!
Página 136 - Was it not great? did not he throw on God, (He loves the burthen) — God's task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? Did not he magnify the mind, show clear Just what it all meant?
Página 91 - ALL June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where Pauline may pass. She will not turn aside? Alas!
Página 106 - I often am much wearier than you think, This evening more than usual, and it seems As if — forgive now — should you let me sit Here by the window, with your hand in mine...