Poems, Volumen11864 |
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... Duke of Savoy He was . And the Duke spent Since then , just four - and - fifty years in toil To be - what ? Cha . Pol . King . Then why unking himself ? Cha . Those years are cause enough . Pol . The only cause ? Cha . Some new KING ...
... Duke of Savoy He was . And the Duke spent Since then , just four - and - fifty years in toil To be - what ? Cha . Pol . King . Then why unking himself ? Cha . Those years are cause enough . Pol . The only cause ? Cha . Some new KING ...
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... should be her birthday ; and the day We all invested her , twelve months ago , As the late Duke's true heiress and our liege ; And that this also must become the day ... Oh , miserable lady ! VOL . I. 20 1st Court . Ay , indeed ? 2d Court .
... should be her birthday ; and the day We all invested her , twelve months ago , As the late Duke's true heiress and our liege ; And that this also must become the day ... Oh , miserable lady ! VOL . I. 20 1st Court . Ay , indeed ? 2d Court .
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... Duke just disclosed his child's retreat , Declared her true succession to his rule , And died this birthday was the day , last year , We convoyed her from Castle Ravestein- That sleeps out trustfully its extreme age On the Meuse's quiet ...
... Duke just disclosed his child's retreat , Declared her true succession to his rule , And died this birthday was the day , last year , We convoyed her from Castle Ravestein- That sleeps out trustfully its extreme age On the Meuse's quiet ...
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... Duke's , Claimed Juliers ? -nor , as he preferred his claim , That first this , then another potentate , Inclined to its allowance ? -I , or you , Or any one except the lady's self ? Oh , it had been the direst cruelty To break the ...
... Duke's , Claimed Juliers ? -nor , as he preferred his claim , That first this , then another potentate , Inclined to its allowance ? -I , or you , Or any one except the lady's self ? Oh , it had been the direst cruelty To break the ...
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... Duke knew , when he hid his child Among the river flowers at Ravestein , With whom the right lay ! Call the Prince our Duke ' There , she's no Duchess , she's no any thing More than a young maid with the bluest eyes- And now , sirs , we ...
... Duke knew , when he hid his child Among the river flowers at Ravestein , With whom the right lay ! Call the Prince our Duke ' There , she's no Duchess , she's no any thing More than a young maid with the bluest eyes- And now , sirs , we ...
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Adolf Asolo Avicenna Basil Berth beside better brow Chambery Charles Cleves Clug Court Courtiers crown D'Ormea dare dear Aureole doubt dream Duchess Duke earth Einsiedeln eyes face faint father fear Fest Festus fool Gaucelme Girl give God's Guibert hair hand hate hear heart heaven hope Jules Juliers keep King lady laugh leave live look Luigi Malamocco Michal mind morning ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Otti Paracelsus past pause PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno praise Prince Berthold prove ROBERT BROWNING Sardinia saw thro seems sing Sire smile soul Spain speak spirit stay strange strength sure talk tell thee There's thing thou thought true trust truth Turin turn Twas VALENCE Victor what's words Würzburg
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Página 165 - DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed 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 suppressed...
Página 148 - ... in man's self arise August anticipations, symbols, types Of a dim splendour ever on before In that eternal circle life pursues. For men begin to pass their nature's bound, And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant Their proper joys and griefs ; they grow too great For narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade Before the unmeasured thirst for good : while peace Rises within them ever more and more. Such men are even now upon the earth, Serene amid the half-formed creatures round Who...
Página 31 - Are there not, Festus, are there not. dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One — when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge, One — when, a prince, he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge ! Fest.
Página 151 - I learned my own deep error; love's undoing Taught me the worth of love in man's estate, And what proportion love should hold with power In his right constitution; love preceding Power, and with much power, always much more love; Love still too straitened in his present means, And earnest for new power to set love free.
Página 21 - 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 fire-balls, 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 181 - God's messenger thro' 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 — Sebald.
Página 81 - I cannot feed on beauty for the sake Of beauty only, nor can drink in balm From lovely objects for their loveliness ; My nature cannot lose her first imprint ; I...
Página 27 - Blinds it, and makes all error : and ' to know ' Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Página 166 - 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 Asolo, mischief on me!
Página 27 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe : There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness...