Pocket Volume of Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning1890 - 319 páginas |
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Athens BEAN-FEAST beneath blue breast breath brow cheek Cleon creature cried curls dead death dream earth eyes face fancy fear feast fire flesh flowers furled sail Gabriel's wings give God's gold grace grew Guido Reni guilders hair hand head heard heart heaven hope Italy keep king kiss LAST DUCHESS laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or love's lyre mouth neck never night nought o'er once pass Pheidippides Pornic praise pride prize prove quoth rest ride ROBERT BROWNING round shut side singing singing cave smile soar free soul stand stood strive sure sure as fate sweet thee Theocrite there's Theseus thing thou thought thro truth turn twas twixt VIII wall Waring watch what's wonder word youth Zeus
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Página 239 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go; For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!
Página 145 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Página 231 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Página 230 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 233 - Now, who shall arbitrate ? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive ; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me : we all surmise, They this thing, and I that : whom shall my soul believe ? XXIII. Not on the vulgar mass Called
Página 228 - Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power "Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it byand-by.
Página 143 - We shall march prospering,— not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,— not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,— while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire...
Página 106 - Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a...
Página 115 - But time escapes: Live now or never!' He said, 'What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes! Man has Forever.
Página 158 - Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived, I shall say, so much since then, Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes...