Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert BrowningChautauqua Press, 1885 - 137 páginas |
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... perfect the Summer ! Breathe but one breath Rose - beauty above , And all that was death Grows life , grows love , Grows love ! This is still the love of earth ; but dealt with so grandly , that it is no wonder that some have understood ...
... perfect the Summer ! Breathe but one breath Rose - beauty above , And all that was death Grows life , grows love , Grows love ! This is still the love of earth ; but dealt with so grandly , that it is no wonder that some have understood ...
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... perfect in form , is one of the few works of our author , almost universally known and admired . It is doubtful , however , if all its admirers look beneath the form and finish , or understand much more of it than they do of other poems ...
... perfect in form , is one of the few works of our author , almost universally known and admired . It is doubtful , however , if all its admirers look beneath the form and finish , or understand much more of it than they do of other poems ...
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... perfect too . VI . All through my keys that gave their sounds to a wish of my soul , All through my soul that praised as its wish flowed visibly forth , All through music and me ! For think , had I painted the whole , Why , there it had ...
... perfect too . VI . All through my keys that gave their sounds to a wish of my soul , All through my soul that praised as its wish flowed visibly forth , All through music and me ! For think , had I painted the whole , Why , there it had ...
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... perfect round . X. All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good , shall exist ; 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 ...
... perfect round . X. All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good , shall exist ; 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 ...
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... perfect ( 5 ) . Reached how ? Through music - the only one of the arts that leads into the region of the absolute and perfect , its effects not springing from causes the operation of which can be traced , and the law of their production ...
... perfect ( 5 ) . Reached how ? Through music - the only one of the arts that leads into the region of the absolute and perfect , its effects not springing from causes the operation of which can be traced , and the law of their production ...
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Abib Abt Vogler angel beauty borage brain breath brow Browning Browning's chapel CHARLES G CHAUTAUQUA PRESS chord Christ Christian Christmas-Eve Dante dead death dream earth earthly Easter-Day Evelyn Hope exquisite eyes face fain faith Fano fear fifty poems fire flesh Flower follows French Revolution galloped Ghent gift give glory God's gone Göttingen Greek fire Guido Reni hand hard head heard heart heaven HELEN'S TOWER human illustration infinite John Keats Karshish Lazarus life's live look man's mind never night o'er once paint passage perfect poem poet praise ROBERT BROWNING round Rudel Saul seems sight singing song Sordello soul soul's stand stanza star stood strange thee Theocrite things thou thought touch true truth turn twixt utter Vespasian voice volume whelk wonder words
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Página 34 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote...
Página 12 - Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Página 48 - 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.
Página 63 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws : that made them, and, lo, they are ! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Página 14 - 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 34 - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
Página 83 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in! It is by no breath, Turn of eye, wave of hand, that salvation joins issue with death...
Página 45 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.
Página 86 - And thus looking within and around me, I ever renew (With that stoop of the soul which in bending upraises it too) The submission of man's nothing-perfect to God's all-complete, As by each new obeisance in spirit, I climb to his feet.
Página 11 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That 's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture...