The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BrowningMacmillan, 1921 - 1359 páginas |
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... crown your dearest wish , With a tumultuous heart , you left with me Our childhood's home to join the favoured 50 few Whom , here , Trithemius condescends to teach A portion of his lore : and not one youth Of those so favoured , whom ...
... crown your dearest wish , With a tumultuous heart , you left with me Our childhood's home to join the favoured 50 few Whom , here , Trithemius condescends to teach A portion of his lore : and not one youth Of those so favoured , whom ...
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... crown my mortal forehead with a beam From thine own blinding , crown , to smile , and guide This puny hand and let the work so wrought Be styled my work , hear me ! I covet not An influx of new power , an angel's soul : 50 It were no ...
... crown my mortal forehead with a beam From thine own blinding , crown , to smile , and guide This puny hand and let the work so wrought Be styled my work , hear me ! I covet not An influx of new power , an angel's soul : 50 It were no ...
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... crown For just a fault , a weakness , a neglect ? I scarcely trusted God with the surmise That such might come , and thou didst hear 74 the while ! Aprile . Thine eyes are lustreless to mine ; my hair Is soft , nay silken soft : to talk ...
... crown For just a fault , a weakness , a neglect ? I scarcely trusted God with the surmise That such might come , and thou didst hear 74 the while ! Aprile . Thine eyes are lustreless to mine ; my hair Is soft , nay silken soft : to talk ...
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... Crown me ? I am not one of you ! ' Tis he , the king , you seek . I am not one . Paracelsus . Thy spirit , at least , Aprile ! Let me love ! I have attained , and now I may depart . L SCENE . PARACELSUS . Basil ; a chamber in the house ...
... Crown me ? I am not one of you ! ' Tis he , the king , you seek . I am not one . Paracelsus . Thy spirit , at least , Aprile ! Let me love ! I have attained , and now I may depart . L SCENE . PARACELSUS . Basil ; a chamber in the house ...
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... crown and call to thrones , Are human , but not his ; those are but men Whom other men press round and kneel before ; Those palaces are dwelt in by mankind ; Higher provision is for him you seek Amid our pomps and glories : see it here ...
... crown and call to thrones , Are human , but not his ; those are but men Whom other men press round and kneel before ; Those palaces are dwelt in by mankind ; Higher provision is for him you seek Amid our pomps and glories : see it here ...
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Página 334 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.
Página 501 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Página 502 - Not on the vulgar mass Called "work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Página 501 - Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast?
Página 517 - 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 221 - 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 221 - ... jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. 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)...
Página 458 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps ! We look on helplessly.
Página 24 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth. A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Binds it, and makes all error : and to KNOW Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Página 454 - Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought With tooth and nail to save my niche, ye know: • — Old Gandolf cozened me, despite my care; Shrewd was that snatch from out the corner South He graced his carrion with, God curse the same! Yet still my niche is not so cramped but thence One sees the pulpit o...