Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert BrowningF. A. Stokes Company, 1892 - 474 páginas |
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... turn and ask thus . Sir , ' twas not Her husband's presence only , called that spot Of joy into the Duchess ' cheek : perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say , " Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much , " or " Paint Must never hope to ...
... turn and ask thus . Sir , ' twas not Her husband's presence only , called that spot Of joy into the Duchess ' cheek : perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say , " Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much , " or " Paint Must never hope to ...
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... turn If you whispered , " Friend , what you'd get , first earn ! " And when , shortly after , she carried Her shame from the Court , and they married , To that marriage some happiness , maugre The voice of the Court , I dared augur ...
... turn If you whispered , " Friend , what you'd get , first earn ! " And when , shortly after , she carried Her shame from the Court , and they married , To that marriage some happiness , maugre The voice of the Court , I dared augur ...
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... turn in the wind , and dance like flame ! ) Had they broached a cask of white beer from Berlin ! --Or if you incline to prescribe mere wine , Put to his lips when they saw him pine , A cup of our own Moldavia fine , Cotnar , for ...
... turn in the wind , and dance like flame ! ) Had they broached a cask of white beer from Berlin ! --Or if you incline to prescribe mere wine , Put to his lips when they saw him pine , A cup of our own Moldavia fine , Cotnar , for ...
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... turn them out to carouse in a belfry And treat the priests to a fifty - part canon , And then you may guess how that tongue of hers ran on ! Well , somehow or other it ended at last , And , licking her whiskers , out she passed ; And ...
... turn them out to carouse in a belfry And treat the priests to a fifty - part canon , And then you may guess how that tongue of hers ran on ! Well , somehow or other it ended at last , And , licking her whiskers , out she passed ; And ...
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... turn it , The ore that grows in the mountain's womb , Or the sand in the pits like a honey - comb , They sift and soften it , bake it and burn it— Whether they weld you , for instance , a snaffle With side - bars never a brute can ...
... turn it , The ore that grows in the mountain's womb , Or the sand in the pits like a honey - comb , They sift and soften it , bake it and burn it— Whether they weld you , for instance , a snaffle With side - bars never a brute can ...
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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.