Stories from Robert BrowningGeorge Bell and Sons, 1882 - 228 páginas |
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... palace , but the citizens have crowded into the market - place . We see them all with their quick gestures and hurried tones ; the cross - fire of exclamation and allusion , of question and reply , which flashes from one to the other ...
... palace , but the citizens have crowded into the market - place . We see them all with their quick gestures and hurried tones ; the cross - fire of exclamation and allusion , of question and reply , which flashes from one to the other ...
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... palace , when the Guelfs of Ferrara revolted against Salinguerra in his absence , burned his palace , and murdered the I wives and children of his adherents . At once they found the old soldier back in their midst , setting street after ...
... palace , when the Guelfs of Ferrara revolted against Salinguerra in his absence , burned his palace , and murdered the I wives and children of his adherents . At once they found the old soldier back in their midst , setting street after ...
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... palace had a dim closet which over- looked this tumult , and there Sordello and Palma sat with their fingers interlocked , while she told him , with a coy , fastidious grace , ' Like the bird's flutter ere it fix and feed , ' t how she ...
... palace had a dim closet which over- looked this tumult , and there Sordello and Palma sat with their fingers interlocked , while she told him , with a coy , fastidious grace , ' Like the bird's flutter ere it fix and feed , ' t how she ...
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... farewell . An old Ghibelline howled over a little skull with dazzling teeth , which he had dug up in the heap of rubbish where his house was burned . A deserter from Salinguerra came back to find his palace razed 28 SORDELLO .
... farewell . An old Ghibelline howled over a little skull with dazzling teeth , which he had dug up in the heap of rubbish where his house was burned . A deserter from Salinguerra came back to find his palace razed 28 SORDELLO .
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Frederic May Holland. deserter from Salinguerra came back to find his palace razed so adroitly that he did not know the spot , but sat on the edge of a choked - up tank , ploughing the mud inside with his feet and singing the song with ...
Frederic May Holland. deserter from Salinguerra came back to find his palace razed so adroitly that he did not know the spot , but sat on the edge of a choked - up tank , ploughing the mud inside with his feet and singing the song with ...
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Admetus Æschylus 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 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 Ibid 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 whole 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,...