Select Poems of Robert BrowningHarper, 1894 - 200 páginas |
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... mother taught me ! Many years in foreign climes 230 Rub some marks away — not all , though ! We poor sinners reach life's brink , Overlook what rolls beneath it , recklessly enough , but think There's advantage in what's left us ...
... mother taught me ! Many years in foreign climes 230 Rub some marks away — not all , though ! We poor sinners reach life's brink , Overlook what rolls beneath it , recklessly enough , but think There's advantage in what's left us ...
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... mother once , Old Gandolf envied me , so fair she was ! What's done is done , and she is dead beside , Dead long ago , and I am Bishop since , And as she died so must we die ourselves , 5 And thence ye may perceive the world's a dream ...
... mother once , Old Gandolf envied me , so fair she was ! What's done is done , and she is dead beside , Dead long ago , and I am Bishop since , And as she died so must we die ourselves , 5 And thence ye may perceive the world's a dream ...
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... , About the life I lived before this life , And this life too , popes , cardinals , and priests , St. Praxed at his sermon on the mount , 85 90 95 35 Your tall pale mother with her talking eyes , And THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB . 59.
... , About the life I lived before this life , And this life too , popes , cardinals , and priests , St. Praxed at his sermon on the mount , 85 90 95 35 Your tall pale mother with her talking eyes , And THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB . 59.
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... mother's for my soul , Or ye would heighten my impoverished frieze , Piece out its starved design , and fill my vase With grapes , and add a vizor and a Term , And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx , That in his struggle throws the ...
... mother's for my soul , Or ye would heighten my impoverished frieze , Piece out its starved design , and fill my vase With grapes , and add a vizor and a Term , And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx , That in his struggle throws the ...
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... spite of thee . Then , for another trial , obscure thy eve With mist , will Luigi and his mother grieve- The lady and her child , unmatched , forsooth , 35 40 45 50 55 She in her age , as Luigi in his youth PROLOGUE . 105.
... spite of thee . Then , for another trial , obscure thy eve With mist , will Luigi and his mother grieve- The lady and her child , unmatched , forsooth , 35 40 45 50 55 She in her age , as Luigi in his youth PROLOGUE . 105.
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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