The Poetical Works of Robert Browning, Volumen1Smith, Elder, & Company, 1912 |
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... ANAEL , MAANI , KARSHOOK , RAGHIB , AYOOB , and others . Uninitiated Druses . Of Hakeem , as the Khalif vanished erst In what seemed death to uninstructed eyes , On red Mokattam's verge - our Founder's flesh , As he resumes our ...
... ANAEL , MAANI , KARSHOOK , RAGHIB , AYOOB , and others . Uninitiated Druses . Of Hakeem , as the Khalif vanished erst In what seemed death to uninstructed eyes , On red Mokattam's verge - our Founder's flesh , As he resumes our ...
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... Anael Challenge his prime regard : but we may crave ( Such nothings as we be ) a portion too Of Djabal's favour ; in him we believed , His bound ourselves , him moon by moon obeyed , Kept silence till this daybreak - so , may claim ...
... Anael Challenge his prime regard : but we may crave ( Such nothings as we be ) a portion too Of Djabal's favour ; in him we believed , His bound ourselves , him moon by moon obeyed , Kept silence till this daybreak - so , may claim ...
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... Anael graces mask - The cedar throne , his queen - bride , art thou like Must yet receive one degradation more ; The Knights at last throw off the transfer , To occupy its lowest step that day ! | The Druse . Our Prefect lands from ...
... Anael graces mask - The cedar throne , his queen - bride , art thou like Must yet receive one degradation more ; The Knights at last throw off the transfer , To occupy its lowest step that day ! | The Druse . Our Prefect lands from ...
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... Anael : once The deed achieved , our Khalif , casting off The embodied Awe's tremendous mystery , The weakness of the flesh disguise , resumes His proper glory , ne'er to fade again . Enter a Druse . Karshook . Loys ? Is not Loys gone ...
... Anael : once The deed achieved , our Khalif , casting off The embodied Awe's tremendous mystery , The weakness of the flesh disguise , resumes His proper glory , ne'er to fade again . Enter a Druse . Karshook . Loys ? Is not Loys gone ...
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... Anael ! " With few or none ? " Forget you , I've been friendly With Djabal long ere you or any Druse ? takes - Enough of him at Rennes , I think , beneath The Duke my father's roof ! He'd tell by the hour , For them , they did so ...
... Anael ! " With few or none ? " Forget you , I've been friendly With Djabal long ere you or any Druse ? takes - Enough of him at Rennes , I think , beneath The Duke my father's roof ! He'd tell by the hour , For them , they did so ...
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Admetos Alkestis All's AMPHITRUON Anael Aristophanes aught beauty Berthold beside breast breath brow Charles Chiappino CHOROS crown D'Ormea dare dead death Djabal doubt dream Druses Duchess earth Ecelin Euripides eyes face fancy fate fear Festus flesh Florence fool Gaucelme give God's Goito grace Guelf Guendolen Guibert hand hate head hear heart heaven HERAKLES hope Jacynth Khalil King Lady Carlisle laugh leave life's live Lombardy look Lord Loys Luria man's Mantua MEGARA Mertoun Mildred mind never night nought Nuncio o'er once Paracelsus Polyxena praise prove Puccio Queen round sake smile song Sordello soul speak stand Strafford strange sure Taurello tell thee there's THESEUS thine thing thou thought Tresham true truth turn twas Valence Vane Victor Wentworth what's word youth Zeus
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Página 599 - 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 580 - 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 251 - And all I remember is — friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Página 259 - THE grey sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low ; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach ; Three fields to cross till a farm appears ; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, thro...
Página 599 - 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...
Página 250 - 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 410 - And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, 'Oh rats, rejoice! The world is grown to one vast drysaltery! So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!" And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon, All ready staved, like a great sun shone Glorious scarce an inch before me, Just as methought it said, 'Come, bore me!" — I found the Weser rolling o'er me.
Página 582 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
Página 250 - 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 582 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.