Select Poems of Robert BrowningLittle, Brown, 1905 - 417 páginas |
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Página 20 - Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed ! SONG The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven ; The hillside's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn : God's in his heaven — All's right with the world ! SONG
Página 399 - Will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be: In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In the years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 50 - 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; 40 Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And " Gallop," gasped Joris, " for Aix is in sight!
Página xxv - arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. It is this
Página xxxv - what a man may waste, desecrate, never quite lose." But all, the world's coarse thumb And finger failed to plumb, All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God. It is no easy-going moral creed that we find
Página 240 - Not on the vulgar mass Called "work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice: But all the world's coarse thumb And finger failed to plumb, 140
Página 27 - MY LAST DUCHESS (1842) FERRARA That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now : Fra Pandolf s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her ? I said
Página 20 - year's at the spring, And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven ; The hillside's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn : God's in his heaven — All's right with the world ! SONG Give her but a least excuse to love me ! When — where
Página 41 - And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats
Página 398 - Those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing. And