Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert BrowningF. A. Stokes Company, 1892 - 474 páginas |
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... Life , 3 Life in a Love , Cristina , Count Gismond , Eurydice to Orpheus , 4 The Laboratory , 5 Gold Hair , · 9 The Statue and the Bust , The Glove , ΙΟ Love among the Ruins , Song , 14 Time's Revenges , A Serenade at the Villa , 15 ...
... Life , 3 Life in a Love , Cristina , Count Gismond , Eurydice to Orpheus , 4 The Laboratory , 5 Gold Hair , · 9 The Statue and the Bust , The Glove , ΙΟ Love among the Ruins , Song , 14 Time's Revenges , A Serenade at the Villa , 15 ...
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... life's remainder . Life will just hold out the proving both our powers , alone and blended ; And then , come next life quickly ! This world's use will have been ended . COUNT GISMOND . AIX IN PROVENCE . I. CHRIST God who savest man ...
... life's remainder . Life will just hold out the proving both our powers , alone and blended ; And then , come next life quickly ! This world's use will have been ended . COUNT GISMOND . AIX IN PROVENCE . I. CHRIST God who savest man ...
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... Life was dead , and so was light . II . Not a twinkle from the fly , Not a glimmer from the worm , When the crickets stopped their cry , When the owls forbore a term , You heard music : that was I. III . Earth turned in her sleep with ...
... Life was dead , and so was light . II . Not a twinkle from the fly , Not a glimmer from the worm , When the crickets stopped their cry , When the owls forbore a term , You heard music : that was I. III . Earth turned in her sleep with ...
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... life's unfulfilled , you see ; It hangs still , patchy and scrappy : We have not sighed deep , laughed free , Starved , feasted , despaired - been happy . XVII . And nobody calls you a dunce , And people suppose me clever : This could ...
... life's unfulfilled , you see ; It hangs still , patchy and scrappy : We have not sighed deep , laughed free , Starved , feasted , despaired - been happy . XVII . And nobody calls you a dunce , And people suppose me clever : This could ...
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... life was and sorrow , She , foolish to - day , would be wiser to - morrow ; And who so fit a teacher of trouble As this sordid crone bent well - nigh double ? So , glancing at her wolf - skin vesture ( If such it was , for they grow so ...
... life was and sorrow , She , foolish to - day , would be wiser to - morrow ; And who so fit a teacher of trouble As this sordid crone bent well - nigh double ? So , glancing at her wolf - skin vesture ( If such it was , for they grow so ...
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All's Athens beauty breast breath brow Cerinthus cheek Clement Marot cricket crown dare Dark Tower dead death Don't fear doubt dream Duke earth eyes face faith fancy fear fire flesh flower fool Giotto give God's gold grace grew grow hair hand head hear heart heaven hope Jacynth Jews keep kiss lady laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or love's lyre man's mind mouth naught neath never night o'er once paint Pandulph Pheidippides play Pornic porphyry praise prove Queen rest ride Rome rose rose-tree round Saint Setebos sing Sludge smile soul speak star stopped sure sweet tell thee there's Theseus things thou thought truth turn twas twixt VIII watch what's whole wonder word youth Zeus
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Página 168 - 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 219 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Página 43 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 3 - Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive.
Página 48 - Never glad confident morning again! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly...
Página 47 - 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 159 - And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence For the fulness of the days? Have we withered or agonized? Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized? Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe: But God has a few of us whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome : 't is we musicians know.
Página 2 - In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark...
Página 83 - 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' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match. And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Página 43 - ... 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.