Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, Volumen1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... thing As answer possible to give . What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture - engine's whole Strength on it ? No more says the soul . XII Till out strode Gismond ; then I knew That I was saved . I never met His face ...
... thing As answer possible to give . What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture - engine's whole Strength on it ? No more says the soul . XII Till out strode Gismond ; then I knew That I was saved . I never met His face ...
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... thing left in evil days ; Since the Mid - Age was the Heroic Time , And only in wild nooks like ours Could you taste of it yet as in its prime , And see true castles with proper towers , Young - hearted women , old - minded men , And ...
... thing left in evil days ; Since the Mid - Age was the Heroic Time , And only in wild nooks like ours Could you taste of it yet as in its prime , And see true castles with proper towers , Young - hearted women , old - minded men , And ...
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... things must begin some one day . VII In a day or two she was well again ; As who should say , " You labour in vain ! " This is all a jest against God , who meant " I should ever be , as I am , content " And glad in his sight ; therefore ...
... things must begin some one day . VII In a day or two she was well again ; As who should say , " You labour in vain ! " This is all a jest against God , who meant " I should ever be , as I am , content " And glad in his sight ; therefore ...
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... thing friendship is , world without end ! How it gives the heart and soul a stir - up As if somebody broached you a glorious runlet , And poured out , all lovelily , sparklingly , sunlit , Our green Moldavia , the streaky syrup , Cotnar ...
... thing friendship is , world without end ! How it gives the heart and soul a stir - up As if somebody broached you a glorious runlet , And poured out , all lovelily , sparklingly , sunlit , Our green Moldavia , the streaky syrup , Cotnar ...
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... thing to be glad on or sorry on , Some day or other , his head in a morion And breast in a hauberk , his heels he ' ll kick up , Slain by an onslaught fierce of hiccup . And then , when red doth the sword of our Duke rust , And its ...
... thing to be glad on or sorry on , Some day or other , his head in a morion And breast in a hauberk , his heels he ' ll kick up , Slain by an onslaught fierce of hiccup . And then , when red doth the sword of our Duke rust , And its ...
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beauty blood breast breath brow cheek church Clement Marot dare dead death door drop Duke Duke's earth eyes face feast fire flesh flowers furled sail galloped Gipsy give glass mask gold grew grey hair hand head heart heaven hope hot eyes Jacynth King kiss labdanum lady lady's laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or mind Moldavia mouth neath never night o'er once paint pass past PIPPA PASSES Pornic praise pride rest ride rose round Saint Setebos shut side singing cave sings sleep smile song soul speak star stopped sure sure as fate sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S travertine truth turn twixt Ulpian VIII vulgar pigeon Waring watch wings wonder word youth Zeus
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Página 214 - 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...
Página 56 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 201 - 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 the conception of an hour.
Página 209 - Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little...
Página 281 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
Página 2 - Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
Página 200 - Why, there it had stood, to see, nor the process so wonderworth : Had I written the same, made verse — still, effect proceeds from cause, Ye know why the forms are fair, ye hear how the tale is told...
Página 278 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Página 263 - ... the rest. And thy brothers, the help and the contest, the working whence grew Such result as, from seething grape-bundles, the spirit strained true : And the friends of thy boyhood — that boyhood of wonder and hope, Present promise and wealth of the future beyond the eye's scope...
Página 272 - There's a faculty pleasant to exercise, hard to hoodwink, I am fain to keep still in abeyance, (I laugh as I think) Lest, insisting to claim and parade in it, wot ye, I worst E'en the Giver in one gift — Behold, I could love if I durst!