Robert Browning's Poetical Works: Paracelsus. StraffordSmith, Elder, & Company, 1889 |
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... leaves . Autumn would fain be sunny ; I would look Liker my nature's truth : and both are frail , And both beloved , for all our frailty . Michal . Aureole ! Paracelsus . Drop by drop ! she is weeping like a child ! Not so ! I am ...
... leaves . Autumn would fain be sunny ; I would look Liker my nature's truth : and both are frail , And both beloved , for all our frailty . Michal . Aureole ! Paracelsus . Drop by drop ! she is weeping like a child ! Not so ! I am ...
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... leave what he so seemed to love : But that last look destroys my dream — that look As if , where'er you gazed , there stood a star ! How far was Würzburg with its church and spire And garden - walls and all things they contain . From ...
... leave what he so seemed to love : But that last look destroys my dream — that look As if , where'er you gazed , there stood a star ! How far was Würzburg with its church and spire And garden - walls and all things they contain . From ...
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... frightened by the awful tomes around ; Or in some grassy lane unbosom all From even - blush to midnight : but , to - morrow ! Have I full leave to tell my inmost mind ? We have been brothers , and henceforth the world Will PARACELSUS 9.
... frightened by the awful tomes around ; Or in some grassy lane unbosom all From even - blush to midnight : but , to - morrow ! Have I full leave to tell my inmost mind ? We have been brothers , and henceforth the world Will PARACELSUS 9.
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... leave to your friend To urge it ? -for his sake , not yours ? I wish To send my soul in good hopes after you ; Never to sorrow that uncertain words Erringly apprehended , a new creed Ill understood , begot rash trust in you , Had share ...
... leave to your friend To urge it ? -for his sake , not yours ? I wish To send my soul in good hopes after you ; Never to sorrow that uncertain words Erringly apprehended , a new creed Ill understood , begot rash trust in you , Had share ...
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... leaves me at my need : in shreds And fragments I must venture what remains . Michal . Ask at once , Festus , wherefore he should scorn ... Festus . Stay , Michal : Aureole , I speak guardedly And gravely , knowing well , whate'er your ...
... leaves me at my need : in shreds And fragments I must venture what remains . Michal . Ask at once , Festus , wherefore he should scorn ... Festus . Stay , Michal : Aureole , I speak guardedly And gravely , knowing well , whate'er your ...
Términos y frases comunes
Aprile aught Avicenna Basil beside Bishop Fisher blind brow calm Charles dare dear Aureole doubt dream Earl earth Einsiedeln England eyes faint fear Festus Fiennes fool gaze God's gone Hampden hand happy hast hate hear heart heaven Holland Hollis hope hopes and fears Ireland JOHN HAMPDEN JOHN PYM King King's labour Lady Carlisle Laud laudanum laugh leave light live look Lord Lord SAVILE Lord Strafford Lucy man's Maxwell Michal ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Paracelsus Parliament praise Presbyterian Puritan Pym's Queen Rudyard ruin sages sake Savile scorn Scotland Scots sleep smile soul speak spirit stay Strafford strange sure talk tell thee Theophrastus there's thing thou thought true trust truth turn Vane voice wait weak Wentworth wherefore Whitehall words Würzburg youth
Pasajes populares
Página 262 - How hath the oppressor ceased ! the golden city ceased ! The LORD hath broken the staff of the wicked, and the sceptre of the rulers. He who smote the people in wrath with a continual stroke, he that ruled the nations in anger, is persecuted, and none hindereth.
Página 27 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
Página 59 - tis clear if we refuse The means so limited, the tools so rude To execute our purpose, life will fleet, And we shall fade, and leave our task undone.
Página 19 - What fairer seal Shall I require to my authentic mission Than this fierce energy ? — this instinct striving Because its nature is to strive ? — enticed By the security of no broad course...
Página 177 - T is for their good, and therefore fit awhile That they reject the weak, and scorn the false, Rather than praise the strong and true, in me: But after, they will know me. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge one day.
Página 149 - T is only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you ; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them...
Página 176 - To trace love's faint beginnings in mankind, To know even hate is but a mask of love's. To see a good in evil, and a hope In ill-success ; to sympathize, be proud Of their half-reasons, faint aspirings, dim Struggles for truth, their poorest fallacies, Their prejudice and fears and cares and doubts ; All with a touch of nobleness, despite Their error, upward tending all though weak, Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do their best to climb...
Página 19 - How know I else such glorious fate my own, But in the restless irresistible force That works within me ? Is it for human will To institute such impulses ? — still less, To disregard their promptings ! What should I Do, kept among you all ; your loves, your cares, Your life — all to be mine .: Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart!
Página 119 - Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unrolled; Or shredded perfume, like a cloud From closet long to quiet vowed, With mothed and dropping arras...
Página 64 - Die not, Aprile ! We must never part. Are we not halves of one dissevered world, Whom this strange chance unites once more ? Part ? never ! 1 Till thou the lover, know ; and I, the knower, I Love — until both are saved.