Robert Browning's Poetical Works: Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. The return of the Druses. A soul's tragedySmith, Elder, & Company, 1889 |
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Robert Browning. A SOUL'S TRAGEDY . ACT FIRST , BEING WHAT WAS CALLED THE POETRY OF CHIAPPINO'S LIFE : AND ACT SECOND , ITS PROSE . PERSONS . LUITOLFO and EULALIA , betrothed lovers . CHIAPPINO III . $ A SOUL'S TRAGEDY.
Robert Browning. A SOUL'S TRAGEDY . ACT FIRST , BEING WHAT WAS CALLED THE POETRY OF CHIAPPINO'S LIFE : AND ACT SECOND , ITS PROSE . PERSONS . LUITOLFO and EULALIA , betrothed lovers . CHIAPPINO III . $ A SOUL'S TRAGEDY.
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Robert Browning. PERSONS . LUITOLFO and EULALIA , betrothed lovers . CHIAPPINO , their friend . OGNIBEN , the Pope's Legate . Citizens of Faenza . TIME , 15- PLACE , Faenza . A SOUL'S TRAGEDY . 1846 . ACT I. SCENE .
Robert Browning. PERSONS . LUITOLFO and EULALIA , betrothed lovers . CHIAPPINO , their friend . OGNIBEN , the Pope's Legate . Citizens of Faenza . TIME , 15- PLACE , Faenza . A SOUL'S TRAGEDY . 1846 . ACT I. SCENE .
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... LUITOLFO's house . CHIAPPINO , EULALIA . Eulalia . What is it keeps Luitolfo ? Night's fast fall- ing , And ' t was scarce sunset • had the ave - bell Sounded before he sought the Provost's house ? I think not : all he had to say would ...
... LUITOLFO's house . CHIAPPINO , EULALIA . Eulalia . What is it keeps Luitolfo ? Night's fast fall- ing , And ' t was scarce sunset • had the ave - bell Sounded before he sought the Provost's house ? I think not : all he had to say would ...
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... who speak to you , — Ought to speak truth , yet could not , for my death , ( The thing that tempts me most ) help speaking lies About your friendship and Luitolfo's courage And all our townsfolk's 260 ACT I A SOUL'S TRAGEDY.
... who speak to you , — Ought to speak truth , yet could not , for my death , ( The thing that tempts me most ) help speaking lies About your friendship and Luitolfo's courage And all our townsfolk's 260 ACT I A SOUL'S TRAGEDY.
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... Luitolfo's part Nor mine to point out in the wide offence . Chiappino . Oh , shall I let you so escape me , lady ? Come , on your own ground , lady , —from yourself , ( Leaving the people's wrong , which most is mine ) What have I got ...
... Luitolfo's part Nor mine to point out in the wide offence . Chiappino . Oh , shall I let you so escape me , lady ? Come , on your own ground , lady , —from yourself , ( Leaving the people's wrong , which most is mine ) What have I got ...
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Anael Asolo aught Ayoob beside bezants blood Bluphocks bride brow chamber Chambery Chiappino confess counsel Count Tende crime crown D'Ormea dare dead death deed Djabal dream Druses E'en Enter Eulalia Exalt eyes face Faenza faith father fear fool God's Guards Hakeem hand hate hear heart heaven Isle Jules Karshook keep Khalil King Charles laugh least leave Lebanon live look Loys Luigi Luitolfo Lutwyche Maani Masaccio Monsignor morning Mother never night nought Nuncio o'er Ogniben once Ottima pass pause Phene PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno pray Prefect Prince Provost Ravenna repent Sardinia saw thro Sebald shame silence smile soul Spain speak spoke stand stay sure sword talk tell thee There's thine thing to-day tribe truth Turin turn Venice Victor voice What's word wrong yonder
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Página 6 - A mite of my twelve hours' treasure, The least of thy gazes or glances. (Be they grants thou art bound to or gifts above measure) One of thy choices or one of thy chances, (Be they tasks God imposed thee or freaks at thy pleasure) — My Day, if I squander such labor or leisure, Then shame fall on Asoló, mischief on me!
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