Robert Browning's Poetical Works: Dramatic lyrics. LuriaSmith, Elder, & Company, 1888 |
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Alesso Baldovinetti apsis arms beauty blood blue Braccio break breath brow burn Cape Trafalgar careless rapture chance cheek Cimabue dare dead Domizia doubt drop earth Evelyn Hope eyes face fear feel fight Florence Florentines galloped Giotto give glass mask glory God's goes gold grace grey hand head heart heaven hold Husain intonaco Jacopo keep King kiss Lapo laugh lean leave Lest life's light live look Lorenzo Monaco Lucca Luria man's morning Neath never night nought o'er once pass past path of gold Pisa Pisa's Pisan play praise Puccio rest reward ride rose round Saint Saul side sings song soul speak stand sure sweet tell thee there's thine things thou thro Tiburzio tinglish TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S true turn VIII watch word wrong yonder
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Página 95 - Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 7 - Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen; He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves.
Página 11 - 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 7 - THE 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; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver...
Página 53 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay?
Página 46 - THE gray 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
Página 105 - Till lo, thou art grown to a monarch ; a people is thine ; And all gifts, which the world offers singly, on one head combine ! On one head, all the beauty and strength, love and rage (like the throe That, a-work in the rock, helps its labour and lets the gold go) High ambition and deeds which surpass it, fame crowning them, — all Brought to blaze on the head of one creature— King Saul!
Página 52 - 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. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew...
Página 69 - Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix i' the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till the stalks of it seem a-tingle. Late August or early September, the stunning cicala is shrill, And the bees keep their tiresome whine round the resinous firs on the hill. Enough of the seasons — I spare you the months of the fever and IX.
Página 123 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! See the Christ stand !" XIX I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.