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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... What are you ? Ottima . There trudges on his business from the Duomo Benet the Capuchin , with his brown hood And bare feet ; always in one place at church , Close under the stone wall by the south entry . I used to take him for a brown ...
... What are you ? Ottima . There trudges on his business from the Duomo Benet the Capuchin , with his brown hood And bare feet ; always in one place at church , Close under the stone wall by the south entry . I used to take him for a brown ...
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... what thing . Come in and help to carry . We may sleep Anywhere in the whole wide house to - night . Sebald . What would come , think you , if we let him lie Just as he is ? Let him lie there until The angels take him ! He is turned by ...
... what thing . Come in and help to carry . We may sleep Anywhere in the whole wide house to - night . Sebald . What would come , think you , if we let him lie Just as he is ? Let him lie there until The angels take him ! He is turned by ...
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... What is one young for , else ? In age we ' ll sigh O'er the wild reckless wicked days flown over ; Still , we have lived : the vice was in its place . But to have eaten Luca's bread , have worn His clothes , have felt his money swell my ...
... What is one young for , else ? In age we ' ll sigh O'er the wild reckless wicked days flown over ; Still , we have lived : the vice was in its place . But to have eaten Luca's bread , have worn His clothes , have felt his money swell my ...
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... what if he did reproach My perfidy , and threaten , and do more— Had he no right ? What was to wonder at ? He sat by us at table quietly : Why must you lean across till our cheeks touched ? Could he do less than make pretence to strike ...
... what if he did reproach My perfidy , and threaten , and do more— Had he no right ? What was to wonder at ? He sat by us at table quietly : Why must you lean across till our cheeks touched ? Could he do less than make pretence to strike ...
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... what she sees , finds good , and must destroy ! What gaze you at ? Those ? Books , I told you of ; Let your first word to me rejoice them , too D2 PIPPA PASSES 35.
... what she sees , finds good , and must destroy ! What gaze you at ? Those ? Books , I told you of ; Let your first word to me rejoice them , too D2 PIPPA PASSES 35.
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2nd Girl 3rd Girl Anael Asolo Austria Ayoob beside bezants blood Bluphocks Borgo bride brother brow chamber Chambery Charles to D'ORMEA Chiappino counsel Count Tende crown D'Ormea dare dead death deed Djabal Druses E'en Enter Eulalia eyes face Faenza faith father fear fool God's Guards hair Hakeem hand hate hear heart Isle Jules Karshook keep Khalil King Charles KING VICTOR King's laugh least leave Lebanon live look Loys Luigi Luitolfo Lutwyche Maani Maffeo mean Monsignor morning Mother never night nought Nuncio o'er Ogniben once Ottima pass pause Phene Piedmont PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno pray Prefect Prince Provost repent Sardinia Sebald shame silence singing smile soul Spain speak stay sure talk tell thee There's thing thou tribe truth Turin turn Venice voice What's word wrong
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Página 79 - All service ranks the same with God : If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work — God's puppets, best and worst, Are we ; there is no last nor first.
Página 5 - O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and supprest it lay — For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be supprest, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world. Oh, Day, if I squander a wavelet of thee, A mite of my twelve hours...
Página 23 - the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me: then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Seb.
Página 46 - Who, what is Lutwyche, what Natalia's friends, What the whole world except our love — my own, Own Phene ? But I told you, did I not, Ere night we travel for your land — some isle...
Página 46 - Here is a woman with utter need of me, — I find myself queen here, it seems ! How strange ! Look at the woman here with the new soul, Like my own Psyche, — fresh upon her lips Alit, the visionary butterfly, Waiting my word to enter and make bright, Or flutter off and leave all blank as first. This body had no soul before, but slept Or stirred, was beauteous or ungainly, free From taint or foul with stain, as outward things Fastened their image on its passiveness : Now, it will wake, feel, live...
Página 64 - You'll love me yet! — and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed At least is sure to strike, And yield — what you'll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like. You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet: Your look? — that pays a thousand pains. What's death? You'll love me yet!
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!
Página 38 - Curved beewise o'er its bough ; as rosy limbs, Depending, nestled in the leaves ; and just From a cleft rose-peach the whole Dryad sprang. But of the stuffs one can be master of, How I divined their capabilities ! From the soft-rinded smoothening facile chalk That yields your outline to the air's embrace, Half-softened by a halo's pearly gloom ; Down to the crisp imperious steel, so sure To cut its one confided thought clean out Of all the world. But marble ! — 'neath my tools...
Página 54 - I was put at the board-head, helped to all At first ; I rise up happy and content. God must be glad one loves his world so much. I can give news of earth to all the dead Who ask me...