The Earlier Monologues of Robert BrowningJ. M. Dent and Company, 1900 - 290 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Domett bade beauty Bells and Pomegranates beneath blue breast breath Cape Saint Vincent caught cheek Christ Christmas-Eve church Clement Marot coleoptera creatures dark dead doubt dream drop Duchess Duke Duke's earth eyes face faith flesh Gabriel's wings galloped give glad glass mask God's gold grew guilders Gypsy hand head heart Heaven hope Jacynth Johannes Agricola kiss knew lady Lady's laugh leave lepidoptera life's light lips live look man's mind Moldavia morning never night o'er once Pauline Piper Porphyria's Lover praise pride ride rose round sate singing smile song soul spirit stood stooped stopped strange sure sweet tell thee Theocrite there's thine thing Thomas Hood thou art thought thro truth turn twas voice vulgar pigeon wild wings word yellow ΙΟ
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Página 45 - Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat:' such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 20 For calling up that spot of joy.
Página 101 - By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix: — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees. And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered, and sank.
Página 122 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough. In England — now...
Página 99 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Página 127 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 102 - twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Página 176 - The gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Página 41 - KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing : And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Página 90 - Come in!" — the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire.
Página 278 - The thing was my earliest attempt at " poetry always dramatic in principle, and so many utterances of so many imaginary persons, not mine...