Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First SeriesMacmillan, 1884 - 288 páginas |
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... thing As answer possible to give . What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture - engine's whole Strength on it ? No more says the soul . XII Till out strode Gismond ; then I knew That I was saved . I never met His face ...
... thing As answer possible to give . What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture - engine's whole Strength on it ? No more says the soul . XII Till out strode Gismond ; then I knew That I was saved . I never met His face ...
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... thing left in evil days ; Since the Mid - Age was the Heroic Time , And only in wild nooks like ours Could you taste of it yet as in its prime , And see true castles with proper towers , Young - hearted women , old - minded men , And ...
... thing left in evil days ; Since the Mid - Age was the Heroic Time , And only in wild nooks like ours Could you taste of it yet as in its prime , And see true castles with proper towers , Young - hearted women , old - minded men , And ...
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... things must begin some one day . VII In a day or two she was well again ; As who should say , " You labour in vain ! " This is all a jest against God , who meant " I should ever be , as I am , content " And glad in his sight ; therefore ...
... things must begin some one day . VII In a day or two she was well again ; As who should say , " You labour in vain ! " This is all a jest against God , who meant " I should ever be , as I am , content " And glad in his sight ; therefore ...
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... thing friendship is , world without end ! How it gives the heart and soul a stir - up As if somebody broached you a glorious runlet , And poured out , all lovelily , sparklingly , sunlit , Our green Moldavia , the streaky syrup , Cotnar ...
... thing friendship is , world without end ! How it gives the heart and soul a stir - up As if somebody broached you a glorious runlet , And poured out , all lovelily , sparklingly , sunlit , Our green Moldavia , the streaky syrup , Cotnar ...
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... thing to be glad on or sorry on , Some day or other , his head in a morion And breast in a hauberk , his heels he ' ll kick up , Slain by an onslaught fierce of hiccup . And then , when red doth the sword of our Duke rust , And its ...
... thing to be glad on or sorry on , Some day or other , his head in a morion And breast in a hauberk , his heels he ' ll kick up , Slain by an onslaught fierce of hiccup . And then , when red doth the sword of our Duke rust , And its ...
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beauty blood breast breath brow cheek church Clement Marot dare dead dear drop Duke Duke's earth eyes face feast fire flesh flowers furled sail galloped Gipsy Gismond give glass mask God's gold grace grew grey hair hand hauberk head hear heart heaven hope hot eyes Jacynth King kiss labdanum lady lady's laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or mind Moldavia mouth neath neck never night o'er once paint pass past PIPPA PASSES Pornic praise pride rest ride rose round Saint Setebos shut singing cave sings sleep smile song soul speak star stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro Titians TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S travertine truth turn twixt Ulpian VIII vulgar pigeon Waring watch wings wonder word youth Zeus
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Página 214 - 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 209 - Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little...
Página 201 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Página 278 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go ! Be our joys three-parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 273 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator, —the end, what began ? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can...
Página 200 - And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Página 282 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
Página 262 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! no spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing, nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock — The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, — the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, — the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Página 56 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 277 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!