Select Poems of Robert BrowningHarper, 1894 - 200 páginas |
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... Italian and un - English . . . . I mean the kind of admiration with which a Southern artist regarded the stone he ... Italy , and quit of the Renaissance influence , is able fully to enter into the * Modern Painters , by John Ruskin ...
... Italian and un - English . . . . I mean the kind of admiration with which a Southern artist regarded the stone he ... Italy , and quit of the Renaissance influence , is able fully to enter into the * Modern Painters , by John Ruskin ...
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Robert Browning William James Rolfe, Heloise Edwina Hersey. 19 Italian feeling , and to see the evil of the Renaissance tendency , not because he is greater than Shakespeare , but because he is in another element , and has seen other ...
Robert Browning William James Rolfe, Heloise Edwina Hersey. 19 Italian feeling , and to see the evil of the Renaissance tendency , not because he is greater than Shakespeare , but because he is in another element , and has seen other ...
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... Italy Were suffering ; then I ponder — ' I am rich , Young , healthy ; why should this fact trouble me More than it troubles these ? ' But it does trouble . No , trouble ' s a bad word ; for as I walk There's springing and melody and ...
... Italy Were suffering ; then I ponder — ' I am rich , Young , healthy ; why should this fact trouble me More than it troubles these ? ' But it does trouble . No , trouble ' s a bad word ; for as I walk There's springing and melody and ...
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... Italy , Italy , my Italy ! You're free , you're free ! Oh , mother , I could dream They got about me - Andrea from his exile , Pier from his dungeon , Gualtier from his grave ! 105 ΠΙΟ 115 120 Mother . Well , you shall go . Yet seems ...
... Italy , Italy , my Italy ! You're free , you're free ! Oh , mother , I could dream They got about me - Andrea from his exile , Pier from his dungeon , Gualtier from his grave ! 105 ΠΙΟ 115 120 Mother . Well , you shall go . Yet seems ...
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... ( Italian cipollino , properly a little onion , from cipolla , onion , so called because made up of different strata , one lying upon another ) , a greenish marble , containing white or greenish zones . Our stupid habit of using foreign ...
... ( Italian cipollino , properly a little onion , from cipolla , onion , so called because made up of different strata , one lying upon another ) , a greenish marble , containing white or greenish zones . Our stupid habit of using foreign ...
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3d Girl angel Asolo beauty better Bishop Bluphocks Book bride Browning Society Browning's called canibus Childe Roland church Clive Croisic dare Dark Tower dead death drama earth edition EDWARD DOWDEN English eyes face fancy fear feel Ferishtah's Fancies flesh flowers friends galloped give God's Guido Reni hair hand hate heart heaven Hervé Riel Italy J. A. SYMONDS Jules king laughed Le Croisic lips live look Luigi Lutwyche Madonna Maffeo miles Monsignor morning Mother never night Nishapur notes nought o'er Omar Khayyám once Ottima Paracelsus passion Phene Pippa Passes play poem poet poetry Possagno praise Praxed's Robert Browning Rolfe Rolfe's Sebald Shakespeare ship singing smile song sonnets soul speak Student sure thee there's thing thou thought thro tomb turn Tydeus Venice voice women word ΙΟ
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Página 61 - 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!
Página 52 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 177 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again ? How strange it seems and new...
Página 99 - And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!
Página 62 - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.
Página 99 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 59 - 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 56 - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
Página 65 - Here, work enough to watch The Master work, and catch Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.
Página 54 - Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets