The Earlier Monologues of Robert BrowningJ. M. Dent and Company, 1900 - 290 páginas |
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... boughs , So dark in the bare wood ; when glistening In the sunshine were white with coming buds , Like the bright side of a sorrow- -and the banks 60 Had violets opening from sleep like eyes- - I walked with thee , who knew not a deep ...
... boughs , So dark in the bare wood ; when glistening In the sunshine were white with coming buds , Like the bright side of a sorrow- -and the banks 60 Had violets opening from sleep like eyes- - I walked with thee , who knew not a deep ...
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... boughs - or some wild bird Stoop for its freshness from the trackless air , And then should find it but the fountain - head , Long lost , of some great river - washing towns 180 And towers , and seeing old woods which will live But by ...
... boughs - or some wild bird Stoop for its freshness from the trackless air , And then should find it but the fountain - head , Long lost , of some great river - washing towns 180 And towers , and seeing old woods which will live But by ...
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... boughs of some tall mountain tree , Or rise cheerfully springing to the heavens— Or like a fish breathe in the morning air In the misty sun - warm water — or with flowers And trees can smile in light at the sinking sun , Just as the ...
... boughs of some tall mountain tree , Or rise cheerfully springing to the heavens— Or like a fish breathe in the morning air In the misty sun - warm water — or with flowers And trees can smile in light at the sinking sun , Just as the ...
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... boughs turned water - plants And tall trees over - arch to keep us in , Breaking the sunbeams into emerald shafts , And in the dreamy water one small group Of two or three strange trees are got together , Wondering at all around — as ...
... boughs turned water - plants And tall trees over - arch to keep us in , Breaking the sunbeams into emerald shafts , And in the dreamy water one small group Of two or three strange trees are got together , Wondering at all around — as ...
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... boughs . There they wave , looking 801 At the muleteers , who whistle as they go To the merry chime of their morning bells , and all The little smoking cots , and fields , and banks , And copses , bright in the sun ; my spirit wanders ...
... boughs . There they wave , looking 801 At the muleteers , who whistle as they go To the merry chime of their morning bells , and all The little smoking cots , and fields , and banks , And copses , bright in the sun ; my spirit wanders ...
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ALFRED DOMETT aught beauty Bells and Pomegranates beneath boughs boy George breast breath Browning cheek Christmas-Eve and Easter-Day Clement Marot coleoptera creatures dark dead doubt Dramatic Dramatic Lyrics dream drop Duchess Duke e'en earth EDWARD MOXON eyes face faith feel felt give glad God's gold grew guilders Gypsy hand head heart Heaven hope Jacynth Johannes Agricola King kiss knew lady last Duchess laugh leave life's light lips live look Lyrics man's mind Moldavia morning never night o'er once past Pauline poem Porphyria PORPHYRIA'S LOVER praise pride ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round sate shut singing sleep smile song soul spirit star stood stooped strange sure sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro truth turn twas Ulpian voice Waring Weser wild wings wonder word
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Página 118 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough. In England — now...
Página 95 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Página 123 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 89 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple; "Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles ! Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats !" — when suddenly up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders !" A thousand guilders ! The Mayor looked blue, So did the Corporation too.
Página 45 - Over my lady's wrist too much," or "Paint "Must never hope to reproduce the faint "Half-flush that dies along her throat:" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart how shall I say? too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Página 97 - By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, " Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix," — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Página 98 - twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Página 172 - The gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Página 86 - Come in!" — the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire.
Página 274 - The thing was my earliest attempt at " poetry always dramatic in principle, and so many utterances of so many imaginary persons, not mine...