The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning, Volumen1Houghton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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... speak guardedly And gravely , knowing well , whate'er your error , This is no ill - considered choice of yours , No sudden fancy of an ardent boy . Not from your own confiding words alone Am I aware your passionate heart long since Gave ...
... speak guardedly And gravely , knowing well , whate'er your error , This is no ill - considered choice of yours , No sudden fancy of an ardent boy . Not from your own confiding words alone Am I aware your passionate heart long since Gave ...
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... speak of . I profess no other share In the selection of my lot , than this My ready answer to the will of God Who summons me to be his organ . All Whose innate strength supports them shall succeed No better than the sages . Fest . Such ...
... speak of . I profess no other share In the selection of my lot , than this My ready answer to the will of God Who summons me to be his organ . All Whose innate strength supports them shall succeed No better than the sages . Fest . Such ...
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... speak The message which our lips , too weak , Refused to utter , - shouldst redeem Our fault : such trust , and all a dream ! Yet we chose thee a birthplace Where the richness ran to flowers : Couldst not sing one song for grace ? Not ...
... speak The message which our lips , too weak , Refused to utter , - shouldst redeem Our fault : such trust , and all a dream ! Yet we chose thee a birthplace Where the richness ran to flowers : Couldst not sing one song for grace ? Not ...
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... speak ; no thought which ever stirred A human breast should be untold ; all passions , All soft emotions , from the turbulent stir Within a heart fed with desires like mine , To the last comfort shutting the tired lids Of him who sleeps ...
... speak ; no thought which ever stirred A human breast should be untold ; all passions , All soft emotions , from the turbulent stir Within a heart fed with desires like mine , To the last comfort shutting the tired lids Of him who sleeps ...
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... speak , And now I die . But I have seen thy face ! O poet , think of me , and sing of me ! But to have seen thee and to die so soon ! Par . Die not , Aprile ! We must never part . Are we not halves of one dissevered world , Whom this ...
... speak , And now I die . But I have seen thy face ! O poet , think of me , and sing of me ! But to have seen thee and to die so soon ! Par . Die not , Aprile ! We must never part . Are we not halves of one dissevered world , Whom this ...
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Asolo aught Aureole Azzo Basel beside brow calm Charles crown D'Ormea dare dead dear dream e'en earth Ecelin Eglamor Einsiedeln England eyes face fancy fate fear feel Ferrara Fest Festus forever Ghibellin God's Goito gone Guelf hair Hampden hand hate hear heart heaven hope King Lady Car Lady CARLISLE laugh leave live Lombardy look Luigi Mantua Michal mind morning Naddo ne'er never night nought o'er once Otti Palma Paracelsus Parliament pass past PIPPA passes Polyxena praise Queen Salinguerra Sardinia Savile sing sleep smile song Sordello soul speak spirit stay Straf Strafford strange strength sure talk Taurello tell thee there's thing thou thought trust truth Turin turn Vane Verona Vicenza Victor voice wait Wentworth What's word Würzburg youth
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Página 115 - Like chrysalids impatient for the air, The shining dorrs are busy, beetles run Along the furrows, ants make their ado ; Above, birds fly in merry flocks, the lark Soars up and up, shivering for very joy ; Afar the ocean sleeps ; white fishing-gulls Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe Of nested limpets ; savage creatures seek Their loves in wood and plain — and God renews His ancient rapture.
Página 120 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast ; its splendor, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day.
Página 329 - All service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work — God's puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first.
Página 116 - And this to fill us with regard for man. With apprehension of his passing worth, Desire to work his proper nature out, And ascertain his rank and final place, For these things tend still upward, progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet.
Página 116 - Hints and previsions of which faculties, Are strewn confusedly everywhere about The inferior natures, and all lead up higher, All shape out dimly the superior race, The heir of hopes too fair to turn out false, And man appears at last. So far the seal Is put on life ; one stage of being complete, One scheme wound up : and from the grand result A supplementary reflux of light, Illustrates all the inferior grades, explains Each back step in the circle.
Página 38 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask hot : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
Página 88 - Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unrolled...
Página 116 - His presence on all lifeless things : the winds Are henceforth voices, wailing or a shout, A querulous mutter or a quick gay laugh, Never a senseless gust now man is born. The herded pines commune and have deep thoughts, A secret they assemble to discuss When the sun drops behind their trunks which glare Like grates of hell...
Página 55 - tis clear if we refuse The means so limited, the tools so rude To execute our purpose, life will fleet, And we shall fade, and leave our task undone.
Página 44 - Are there not, Festus, are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One — when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge, One — when, a prince, he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge ! Fest.