Select Poems of Robert BrowningHarper, 1886 - 200 páginas |
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... rest content with the less ? I much fear that the most perfect master in drapery shows by that very talent wherein his weakness lies . " This was spoken of plas- tic art , but it has a yet deeper meaning in poetic criticism . There ...
... rest content with the less ? I much fear that the most perfect master in drapery shows by that very talent wherein his weakness lies . " This was spoken of plas- tic art , but it has a yet deeper meaning in poetic criticism . There ...
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... rest . Above all , his personages are not mere mouthpieces for the author's idiosyncrasies .... His men and women are men and wom- en , and not Mr. Browning masquerading in different - colored dominoes . We implied as much when we said ...
... rest . Above all , his personages are not mere mouthpieces for the author's idiosyncrasies .... His men and women are men and wom- en , and not Mr. Browning masquerading in different - colored dominoes . We implied as much when we said ...
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... rest con- tent with earth and the gifts of earth ; he must not aim at " thrusting in time eternity's concern ; " but he must perpetu- ally grasp at things attainable by his highest striving , and , having attained them , find that they ...
... rest con- tent with earth and the gifts of earth ; he must not aim at " thrusting in time eternity's concern ; " but he must perpetu- ally grasp at things attainable by his highest striving , and , having attained them , find that they ...
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... Whereby swollen ambitions dwindle , While just this or that poor impulse , Which for once had play unstifled , Seems the sole work of a lifetime That away the rest have trifled . " [ From Swinburne's Essay on George Chapman's Warks . *
... Whereby swollen ambitions dwindle , While just this or that poor impulse , Which for once had play unstifled , Seems the sole work of a lifetime That away the rest have trifled . " [ From Swinburne's Essay on George Chapman's Warks . *
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... rest , And into the midnight we galloped abreast . II . 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 ...
... rest , And into the midnight we galloped abreast . II . 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 ...
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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?