Stories from Robert BrowningG. Bell, 1882 - 228 páginas Prose adaptations of selected works of Robert Browning. |
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... face of all this , Mr. Holland had only told the stories of Mr. Browning's plays , in which the idea is bound up with the words , and in which there is nothing to explain , and little or nothing which it is desir- able to omit , his ...
... face of all this , Mr. Holland had only told the stories of Mr. Browning's plays , in which the idea is bound up with the words , and in which there is nothing to explain , and little or nothing which it is desir- able to omit , his ...
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... face of all this , Mr. Holland had only told the stories of Mr. Browning's plays , in which the idea is bound up with the words , and in which there is nothing to explain , and little or nothing which it is desir- able to omit , his ...
... face of all this , Mr. Holland had only told the stories of Mr. Browning's plays , in which the idea is bound up with the words , and in which there is nothing to explain , and little or nothing which it is desir- able to omit , his ...
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Frederic May Holland. maidens , which thins away by degrees , and leaves him face to face with the vision of a beautiful and living woman , but whom he has only once seen . This woman is Palma , daughter of Eccelino Romano , and step ...
Frederic May Holland. maidens , which thins away by degrees , and leaves him face to face with the vision of a beautiful and living woman , but whom he has only once seen . This woman is Palma , daughter of Eccelino Romano , and step ...
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... face to face with the Judgment to which his sinful fellow - creatures are to be consigned . They do not show that each new evidence of the blackness of the crime comes to him as a sense of relief , by proving its remission the more ...
... face to face with the Judgment to which his sinful fellow - creatures are to be consigned . They do not show that each new evidence of the blackness of the crime comes to him as a sense of relief , by proving its remission the more ...
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... face . and the fatal parchment . Pym departs , saying to himself , ' No drawing back ! England has spoken to my soul ! The end is very near ! ' Then Lucy Carlisle exclaims , ' I am to save him ! All else have shrunk away ; I alone am ...
... face . and the fatal parchment . Pym departs , saying to himself , ' No drawing back ! England has spoken to my soul ! The end is very near ! ' Then Lucy Carlisle exclaims , ' I am to save him ! All else have shrunk away ; I alone am ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Admetus Alcestis Anael answers Arezzo Aristophanes asks Asolo Athens Balaustion beautiful Berthold better bids blood Braccio brother Browning Browning's Caliph called Caponsacchi Caunus Cleves Colombe crown dare death Djabal Domizia dream Druses Duchess Duke of Brittany Emperor Euripides exclaims eyes face fancy father feel Florence Ghibelline girl give glory God's Goito Guelf Guendolen Guibert Guido Hakeem hand hear heart heaven honour husband keep Khalil King Lady leave live look Lord Loys Luria Mildred morning mother Mount Lebanon murdered never night Nuncio once palace Palma Pietro Pippa Passes Pisa poem poet Pompilia Pope praise Prefect priest Prince Puccio reward Rome sake Salinguerra says seemed shout silence singing song soon Sordello soul speak story Strafford sword tell thee Thorold thou thought told Tresham truth turn Valence Violante waiting woman words wrong
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Página 154 - 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. Say not 'a small event!' Why 'small'? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A 'great event,
Página 100 - O lyric Love, half angel and half bird And all a wonder and a wild desire, — Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face...
Página 165 - A king lived long ago. In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now; And the king's locks curled, Disparting o'er a forehead full As the milk-white space 'twixt horn and horn Of some sacrificial...
Página 172 - neath one's feet ; There was nought above me, nought below, My childhood had not learned to know : For, what are the voices of birds — Ay, and of beasts, — but words, our words, Only so much more sweet f The knowledge of that with my life begun.
Página 22 - His face — Look, now he turns away ! Yourselves shall trace (The delicate nostril swerving wide and fine, A sharp and restless lip, so well combine With that calm brow) a soul fit to receive Delight at every sense ; you can believe Sordello foremost in the regal class Nature has broadly severed from her mass Of men, and framed for pleasure...
Página 83 - There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest; And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure faith's the surest: And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre Hid i...
Página 168 - You'll love me yet! — and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing.
Página 155 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 100 - And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die — This is the same voice : can thy soul know change ? Hail then, and hearken from the realms of help ! Never may I commence my song, my due To God who best taught song by gift of thee, Except with bent head and beseeching hand — That still, despite the distance and the dark What was, again may be ; some interchange Of grace, some splendor once thy very thought, Some benediction anciently thy smile...
Página xxxix - d hang myself — to see Euripides ! " Hands off, Philemon ! nowise hang thyself, But pen the prime plays, labour the right life, And die at good old age as grand men use, — Keeping thee, with that great thought, warm the while, — That he does live, Philemon ! Ay, most sure ! " He lives ! " hark, — waves say, winds sing out the same, And yonder dares the citied ridge of Rhodes Its headlong plunge from sky to sea, disparts North bay from south, — each guarded calm, that guest May enter gladly,...