Select Poems of Robert BrowningHarper, 1886 - 200 páginas |
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... heart of it . And they all come out with a certain Shakespearian fulness , vividness , directness . | Above all , they are every one of them frankly men and wom- en , with free play of human life in limb and feature , as in an antique ...
... heart of it . And they all come out with a certain Shakespearian fulness , vividness , directness . | Above all , they are every one of them frankly men and wom- en , with free play of human life in limb and feature , as in an antique ...
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... heart of things , which thrill and tingle with prophetic fire . When lightning searches for the guilty lovers , Ottima and Sebald [ Pippa Passes ] , like an angelic sword plunged into the gloom , when the tender twilight , with its one ...
... heart of things , which thrill and tingle with prophetic fire . When lightning searches for the guilty lovers , Ottima and Sebald [ Pippa Passes ] , like an angelic sword plunged into the gloom , when the tender twilight , with its one ...
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... errors : seduced by temptations of sense , denying the light that is in him , yielding to prudential motives , or to supineness of * A Death in the Desert , p . 129 . INTRODUCTION . 25 heart or brain or hand , he 24 INTRODUCTION . 66.
... errors : seduced by temptations of sense , denying the light that is in him , yielding to prudential motives , or to supineness of * A Death in the Desert , p . 129 . INTRODUCTION . 25 heart or brain or hand , he 24 INTRODUCTION . 66.
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... heart springs as fire . . . . [ But ] nature has betrayed and ruined us if we rest in it ; betrayed and ruined us , unless it send us onward unsatisfied to God . And what are Mr. Browning's chief doctrines on the sub-
... heart springs as fire . . . . [ But ] nature has betrayed and ruined us if we rest in it ; betrayed and ruined us , unless it send us onward unsatisfied to God . And what are Mr. Browning's chief doctrines on the sub-
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... heart . The old French academician , too prudent or self- restrained to yield to the manifold promptings of nature and utter his love , has ruined four lives , which for that sin have been condemned to be henceforth respectable and ...
... heart . The old French academician , too prudent or self- restrained to yield to the manifold promptings of nature and utter his love , has ruined four lives , which for that sin have been condemned to be henceforth respectable and ...
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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?