Robert Browning's Poetical Works: Paracelsus, Volumen2Smith, Elder, & Company, 1889 |
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... consigned to barrenness By God's decree , which who shall dare impugn ? Now - ruins where she paused but would not stay , Old ravaged cities that , renouncing her , She called an endless curse on , so it came PARACELSUS 21.
... consigned to barrenness By God's decree , which who shall dare impugn ? Now - ruins where she paused but would not stay , Old ravaged cities that , renouncing her , She called an endless curse on , so it came PARACELSUS 21.
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... as gallantly to seek Their ruin . I have heard of such : yourself Avow all hitherto have failed and fallen . And yet Michal . Nay , Festus , when but as the pilgrims faint Through the drear way , do you expect to see 28 PARACELSUS.
... as gallantly to seek Their ruin . I have heard of such : yourself Avow all hitherto have failed and fallen . And yet Michal . Nay , Festus , when but as the pilgrims faint Through the drear way , do you expect to see 28 PARACELSUS.
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... kept my primal light from wane , And thus insensibly am - what I am ! Oh , bitter ; very bitter ! And more bitter , To fear a deeper curse , an inner ruin , Plague beneath plague , the last turning the first To 46 PARACELSUS.
... kept my primal light from wane , And thus insensibly am - what I am ! Oh , bitter ; very bitter ! And more bitter , To fear a deeper curse , an inner ruin , Plague beneath plague , the last turning the first To 46 PARACELSUS.
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... therefore , come , O come ! How should we clothe , how arm the spirit Shall next thy post of life inherit- How guard him from thy speedy ruin ? Tell us of thy sad undoing Here , where we sit , ever pursuing Our weary 52 PARACELSUS.
... therefore , come , O come ! How should we clothe , how arm the spirit Shall next thy post of life inherit- How guard him from thy speedy ruin ? Tell us of thy sad undoing Here , where we sit , ever pursuing Our weary 52 PARACELSUS.
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... ruin whelming me ? Didst thou , when nerving thee to this attempt , Ne'er range thy mind's extent , as some wide hall , Dazzled by shapes that filled its length with light , Shapes clustered there to rule thee , not obey , That will not ...
... ruin whelming me ? Didst thou , when nerving thee to this attempt , Ne'er range thy mind's extent , as some wide hall , Dazzled by shapes that filled its length with light , Shapes clustered there to rule thee , not obey , That will not ...
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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 past 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 thing thou thought true trust truth turn Vane voice wait weak Wentworth wherefore Whitehall words Würzburg youth
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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.