The Poetical Works of Robert Browning: Paracelsus. StraffordSmith, Elder, & Company, 1888 |
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... sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart ! Ask the geier - eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss , What full - grown power informs her from the first , Why she not marvels , strenuously ...
... sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart ! Ask the geier - eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss , What full - grown power informs her from the first , Why she not marvels , strenuously ...
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... sure the prize in view Would satiate my cravings when obtained , But since they strove I strove . Then came a slow And strangling failure . We aspired alike , Yet not the meanest plodder , Tritheim counts A marvel , but was all ...
... sure the prize in view Would satiate my cravings when obtained , But since they strove I strove . Then came a slow And strangling failure . We aspired alike , Yet not the meanest plodder , Tritheim counts A marvel , but was all ...
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... sure , even to the end ! -I answered not , Knowing him . As he spoke , I was endued With comprehension and a steadfast will ; And when he ceased , my brow was sealed his own . If there took place no special change in me , How comes it ...
... sure , even to the end ! -I answered not , Knowing him . As he spoke , I was endued With comprehension and a steadfast will ; And when he ceased , my brow was sealed his own . If there took place no special change in me , How comes it ...
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... sure for ever ! To lose myself Among the common creatures of the world , To draw some gain from having been a man , Neither to hope nor fear , to live at length ! Even in failure , rest ! But rest in truth And power and recompense . . I ...
... sure for ever ! To lose myself Among the common creatures of the world , To draw some gain from having been a man , Neither to hope nor fear , to live at length ! Even in failure , rest ! But rest in truth And power and recompense . . I ...
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... sure to win Some startling secret in their stead , a tincture Of force to flush old age with youth , or breed Gold , or imprison moonbeams till they change To opal shafts ! —only that , hurling it Indignant back , I might convince ...
... sure to win Some startling secret in their stead , a tincture Of force to flush old age with youth , or breed Gold , or imprison moonbeams till they change To opal shafts ! —only that , hurling it Indignant back , I might convince ...
Términos y frases comunes
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 176 - 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 and get to him.
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 : hut 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 ! Mir/in/.
Página 59 - t is clear if we refuse The means so limited, the tools so rude To execute our purpose, life will fleet, And we shall fade, and leave our task undone.
Página 149 - T is only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you ; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them...
Página 176 - 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 splendor, 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 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 132 - Our isles are just at hand," they cried, " Like cloudlets faint in even sleeping. Our temple-gates are opened wide, Our olive-groves thick shade are keeping For these majestic forms " — they cried. Oh, then we awoke with sudden start From our deep dream, and knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, Which had received our precious freight : Yet we called out — " Depart ! Our gifts, once given, must here abide. Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work,
Página 119 - Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared 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 Which breaks to dust when once unrolled; Or shredded perfume, like a cloud From closet long to quiet vowed, With mothed and dropping arras...
Página 19 - How know I else such glorious fate my own, But in the restless irresistible force That works within me ? Is it for human will To institute such impulses ? — still less, To disregard their promptings ! What should I Do, kept among you all ; your loves, your cares, Your life — all to be mine .: Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart!