Robert Browning's Poetical Works: Paracelsus. StraffordSmith, Elder, & Company, 1888 |
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... king , and how The gifts they offered proved but dazzling dust Shed from the ore - beds native to his clime . Just so , the value of repose and love , I meant should tempt you , better far than I You seem to comprehend ; and yet desist ...
... king , and how The gifts they offered proved but dazzling dust Shed from the ore - beds native to his clime . Just so , the value of repose and love , I meant should tempt you , better far than I You seem to comprehend ; and yet desist ...
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... king , and yield Their poor tents , pitched among the sand - hills , for His realm and he points , smiling , to his scarf Heavy with riveled gold , his burgonet Gay set with twinkling stones - and to the East , Where these must be ...
... king , and yield Their poor tents , pitched among the sand - hills , for His realm and he points , smiling , to his scarf Heavy with riveled gold , his burgonet Gay set with twinkling stones - and to the East , Where these must be ...
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... king that wouldst be , here at last ? Art thou the poet who shall save the world ? Thy hand to mine ! Stay , fix thine eyes on mine ! Thou wouldst be king ? Still fix thine eyes on mine ! Paracelsus . Ha , ha ! why crouchest not ? Am I not ...
... king that wouldst be , here at last ? Art thou the poet who shall save the world ? Thy hand to mine ! Stay , fix thine eyes on mine ! Thou wouldst be king ? Still fix thine eyes on mine ! Paracelsus . Ha , ha ! why crouchest not ? Am I not ...
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... king ! Sing thou , and I will sit Beside , and call deep silence for thy songs , And worship thee , as I had ne'er been meant To fill thy throne : but none shall ever know ! Sing to me ; for already thy wild eyes Unlock my heart ...
... king ! Sing thou , and I will sit Beside , and call deep silence for thy songs , And worship thee , as I had ne'er been meant To fill thy throne : but none shall ever know ! Sing to me ; for already thy wild eyes Unlock my heart ...
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... king indeed . Aprile . Thou deem'st That - born a spirit , dowered even as thou , Born for thy fate - because I could not curb My yearnings to possess at once the full Enjoyment , but neglected all the means Of realizing even the ...
... king indeed . Aprile . Thou deem'st That - born a spirit , dowered even as thou , Born for thy fate - because I could not curb My yearnings to possess at once the full Enjoyment , but neglected all the means Of realizing even the ...
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Aprile aught Avicenna Basil beside Bishop Fisher blind brow calm Charles dare dear Aureole doubt dream Earl earth Einsiedeln England eyes faint fear Festus Fiennes fool gaze God's gone Hampden hand happy hast hate hear heart heaven Holland Hollis hope hopes and fears Ireland JOHN HAMPDEN JOHN PYM King King's labour Lady Carlisle Laud laudanum laugh leave light live look Lord Lord SAVILE Lord Strafford Lucy man's Maxwell Michal ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Paracelsus Parliament praise Presbyterian Puritan Pym's Queen Rudyard ruin sages sake Savile scorn Scotland Scots sleep smile soul speak spirit stay Strafford strange sure talk tell thee Theophrastus there's thing thou thought true trust truth turn Vane voice wait weak Wentworth wherefore Whitehall words Würzburg youth
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Página 171 - For these things tend still upward, pro'gress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows : when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers — then, not till then, 750 I say, begins man's general infancy.
Página 27 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Michal.
Página 34 - 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.
Página 119 - ... with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair : such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud...
Página 65 - Die not, Aprile ! We must never part. Are we not halves of one dissevered world, Whom this strange chance unites once more ? Part ? never ! Till thou the lover, know ; and I, the knower, Love — until both are saved.
Página 19 - What fairer seal Shall I require to my authentic mission Than this fierce energy ? — this instinct striving Because its nature is to strive ? — enticed By the security of no broad course...
Página 177 - T is for their good, and therefore fit awhile That they reject the weak, and scorn the false, Rather than praise the strong and true, in me: But after, they will know me. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge one day.
Página 34 - 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 Blinds 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 176 - To trace love's faint beginnings in mankind, To know even hate is but a mask of love's, To see a good in evil, and a hope In ill-success ; to sympathize, be proud Of their half-reasons, faint aspirings, dim Struggles for truth, their poorest fallacies, Their prejudice and fears and cares and doubts ; All with a touch of nobleness, despite Their error, upward tending all though weak, Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do their best to climb...
Página 20 - T is time New hopes should animate the world, new light Should dawn from new revealings to a race Weighed down so long, forgotten so long...