The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ...Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
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... thou shalt see Euripides Clearer than mortal sense perceived the man ! A sunset nearer Rhodes , by twelve hours ' sweep Of surge secured from horror ? Rather say , Quieted out of weakness into strength . I dare invite , survey the scene ...
... thou shalt see Euripides Clearer than mortal sense perceived the man ! A sunset nearer Rhodes , by twelve hours ' sweep Of surge secured from horror ? Rather say , Quieted out of weakness into strength . I dare invite , survey the scene ...
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... thou Zeus ? Or didst thou sigh Rightly with thy Makaria ? " After life , Better no sentiency than turbulence ; Death cures the low contention . " Be it so ! Yet progress means contention , to my mind . Euthukles , who , except for love ...
... thou Zeus ? Or didst thou sigh Rightly with thy Makaria ? " After life , Better no sentiency than turbulence ; Death cures the low contention . " Be it so ! Yet progress means contention , to my mind . Euthukles , who , except for love ...
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... thou , -our love , our pride , Our author of the many a perfect piece ! Stick to that standard , change were decadence ! ' Next , the unfriendly : ' This time , strain will tire , He's fresh , Ameipsias thy antagonist ! ' -Or better ...
... thou , -our love , our pride , Our author of the many a perfect piece ! Stick to that standard , change were decadence ! ' Next , the unfriendly : ' This time , strain will tire , He's fresh , Ameipsias thy antagonist ! ' -Or better ...
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... thou its foe ! · Could I once more , thou cold Euripides , Encounter thee , in nought would I abate My warfare , nor subdue my worst attack On thee whose life - work preached ' Raise soul , sink sense ! Evirate Hermes ! ' - would avenge ...
... thou its foe ! · Could I once more , thou cold Euripides , Encounter thee , in nought would I abate My warfare , nor subdue my worst attack On thee whose life - work preached ' Raise soul , sink sense ! Evirate Hermes ! ' - would avenge ...
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... thou : Not so shouldst thou betake thee , be assured , To book and pencil , deign me no reply ! I would extract an answer from those lips So closed and cold , were mine the garden - chance ! Gone from the world ! Does none remain to ...
... thou : Not so shouldst thou betake thee , be assured , To book and pencil , deign me no reply ! I would extract an answer from those lips So closed and cold , were mine the garden - chance ! Gone from the world ! Does none remain to ...
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Страница 83 - My friend, I must speak out at the end, Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips : You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward.
Страница 80 - Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tell On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell 'Twixt the offing here and Greve where the river disembogues ? Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's for?
Страница 77 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Страница 81 - Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron ! " cried its chief. " Captains, give the sailor place ! He is admiral, in brief." Still the North wind, by God's grace. See the noble fellow's face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound ! See, safe through shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock.
Страница 82 - See, safe thro' shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock, Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates the ground, Not a spar that comes to grief ! The peril, see, is past. All are harbeured to the last, And just as Herve Riel hollas " Anchor ! "—sure as fate, Up the English come, — too late ! VIII.
Страница 84 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve Riel.
Страница 49 - OVER the ball of it, Peering and prying, How I see all of it, Life there, outlying ! Roughness and smoothness, Shine and defilement, Grace and uncouthness : One reconcilement.
Страница 82 - So, the storm subsides to calm : They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve. Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. " Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee!
Страница 84 - tis ask and have, I may Since the others go ashore Come! A good whole holiday! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore!
Страница 78 - Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?" laughed they: "Rocks to starboard, rocks to port, all the passage scarred and scored, Shall the 'Formidable' here with her twelve and eighty guns Think to make the river-mouth by the single narrow way, Trust to enter where 'tis ticklish for a craft of twenty tons, And with flow at full beside? Now, 'tis slackest ebb of tide. Reach the mooring? Rather say, While rock stands or water runs, Not a ship will leave the bay!