The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ...: King Victor and King Charles. Dramatic lyrics. The return te Druses. 1883Smith, Elder and Company, 1884 |
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... feels " -no " strange yearning " That such souls have , most to lavish " Where there's chance of least returning . " III . Oh we're sunk enough here , God knows ! But not quite so sunk that moments , Sure tho ' seldom , are denied us ...
... feels " -no " strange yearning " That such souls have , most to lavish " Where there's chance of least returning . " III . Oh we're sunk enough here , God knows ! But not quite so sunk that moments , Sure tho ' seldom , are denied us ...
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... feels like May ! All is blue again After last night's rain , And the South dries the hawthorn - spray . Only , my Love's away ! I'd as lief that the blue were grey . II . Runnels , which rillets swell , Must be dancing down the dell ...
... feels like May ! All is blue again After last night's rain , And the South dries the hawthorn - spray . Only , my Love's away ! I'd as lief that the blue were grey . II . Runnels , which rillets swell , Must be dancing down the dell ...
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... feel burn , And the rest , they may live and learn ! VIII . Then we would up and pace , For a change , about the place , Each with arm o'er neck : ' T is our quarter - deck , We are seamen in woeful case . Help in the ocean - space ! Or ...
... feel burn , And the rest , they may live and learn ! VIII . Then we would up and pace , For a change , about the place , Each with arm o'er neck : ' T is our quarter - deck , We are seamen in woeful case . Help in the ocean - space ! Or ...
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... the heart to scold . Dear dead women , with such hair , too - what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old . OLD PICTURES IN FLORENCE . I. THE morn when first 60 LYRICS .
... the heart to scold . Dear dead women , with such hair , too - what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old . OLD PICTURES IN FLORENCE . I. THE morn when first 60 LYRICS .
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... feels , I would have your fellows know ! I ' faith , I perceive not why I should care To break a silence that suits them best , But the thing grows somewhat hard to bear When I find a Giotto join the rest . IV . On the arch where olives ...
... feels , I would have your fellows know ! I ' faith , I perceive not why I should care To break a silence that suits them best , But the thing grows somewhat hard to bear When I find a Giotto join the rest . IV . On the arch where olives ...
Términos y frases comunes
Asolo Aureole Austin blue breast breath bride brother brow cheek dare Dark Tower dead dear dream Earl earth eyes face fear Fest Festus friends Gerard Giotto Girl give God's gold grey Guen Guendolen hair hand hate hear heard heart heaven hope Inten Italy Jules King lady laugh leave life's light lips live look Lord Tresham love's Luigi Lutwyche Malamocco man's Mertoun Mildred Mildred's morning Mother neath never night nought o'er once Otti Ottima PARACELSUS pass past Phene PIPPA PIPPA passes Porphyria Possagno praise ride Robert Browning rose round Saul Sebald silent singing smile soul speak strange Stud sure sweet tell thee there's thing Thorold thou thought thro Tresh truth turn twixt Tydeus Venice VIII voice watch What's wonder word young
Pasajes populares
Página 17 - 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 15 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts 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...
Página 18 - 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 14 - LOST LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote...
Página 89 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator, —the end, what began ? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can...
Página 28 - There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it, entails Twenty-nine distinct damnations, One sure, if another fails; If I trip him just a-dying, Sure of heaven as sure can be, Spin him round and send him flying Off to hell, a Manichee?
Página 40 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.
Página 72 - HOME-THOUGHTS FROM THE SEA Nobly, nobly, Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay ; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar, grand and gray; ' Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Página 43 - Overscored, While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks Through the chinks— Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time Sprang sublime, And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced As they raced, And the monarch and his minions and his dames Viewed the games. And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve Smiles to leave To their folding, all our...
Página 93 - ... awakened, hell loosed with her crews; And the stars of night beat with emotion, and tingled and shot Out in fire the strong pain of pent knowledge: but I fainted not, For the Hand still impelled me at once and supported, suppressed All the tumult, and quenched it with quiet, and holy behest, Till the rapture was shut in itself, and the earth sank to rest.