Select Poems of Robert BrowningHarper, 1886 - 200 páginas |
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... Jules ! -for are not such Used to be tended , flower - like , every feature , As if one's breath would fray the lily of a creature ? A soft and easy life these ladies lead ! Whiteness in us were wonderful indeed . Oh , save that brow ...
... Jules ! -for are not such Used to be tended , flower - like , every feature , As if one's breath would fray the lily of a creature ? A soft and easy life these ladies lead ! Whiteness in us were wonderful indeed . Oh , save that brow ...
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... JULES , a young French Statuary , at Possagno . 1st Student . Attention ! my own post is beneath this win- dow , but the pomegranate clump yonder will hide three or four of you with a little squeezing , and Schramm and his pipe must lie ...
... JULES , a young French Statuary , at Possagno . 1st Student . Attention ! my own post is beneath this win- dow , but the pomegranate clump yonder will hide three or four of you with a little squeezing , and Schramm and his pipe must lie ...
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... Jules must not be suffered to hurt his bride when the jest ' s found out . 6 2d Student . All here ! Only our poet's away - never hav- ing much meant to be present , moonstrike him ! The airs of that fellow , that Giovacchino ! He was ...
... Jules must not be suffered to hurt his bride when the jest ' s found out . 6 2d Student . All here ! Only our poet's away - never hav- ing much meant to be present , moonstrike him ! The airs of that fellow , that Giovacchino ! He was ...
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... Jules a coxcomb as much as you choose , still , for this mere cox- combry , you will have brushed off - what do folks style it ? - the bloom of his life . Is it too late to alter ? These love- letters , now , you call his - I can ' t ...
... Jules a coxcomb as much as you choose , still , for this mere cox- combry , you will have brushed off - what do folks style it ? - the bloom of his life . Is it too late to alter ? These love- letters , now , you call his - I can ' t ...
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... Jules received a scented letter - somebody had seen his Tydeus at the Academy , and my picture was nothing to it a profound admirer bade him persevere- would make herself known to him ere long . ( Paolina my little friend of the Fenice ...
... Jules received a scented letter - somebody had seen his Tydeus at the Academy , and my picture was nothing to it a profound admirer bade him persevere- would make herself known to him ere long . ( Paolina my little friend of the Fenice ...
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Página 136 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 44 - 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 43 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 73 - 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: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all.
Página 73 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 40 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 34 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ' Good speed !' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace 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...
Página 40 - Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point...
Página 36 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 25 - Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tell On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell 'Twixt the offing here and Greve where the river disembogues? Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's for?