Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1 |
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... to see some wonder momently Grow out , stand full , fade slow against the sky ,
( That ' s the pale ground you ' d see this sweet face by ) All heaven , meanwhile ,
condensed into one eye Which fears to lose the wonder , should it wink .
... to see some wonder momently Grow out , stand full , fade slow against the sky ,
( That ' s the pale ground you ' d see this sweet face by ) All heaven , meanwhile ,
condensed into one eye Which fears to lose the wonder , should it wink .
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Had they broached a cask of white beer from Berlin ! - Or if you incline to
prescribe mere wine Put to his lips when they saw him pine , A cup of our own
Moldavia fine , Cotnar for instance , green as May sorrel And ropy with sweet , —
we shall ...
Had they broached a cask of white beer from Berlin ! - Or if you incline to
prescribe mere wine Put to his lips when they saw him pine , A cup of our own
Moldavia fine , Cotnar for instance , green as May sorrel And ropy with sweet , —
we shall ...
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And to dance on , when we ' ve lost the music , Always made me - - and no doubt
makes you — sick Nay , to my mind , the world ' s face looked so stern As that
sweet form disappeared through the postern , She that kept it in constant good ...
And to dance on , when we ' ve lost the music , Always made me - - and no doubt
makes you — sick Nay , to my mind , the world ' s face looked so stern As that
sweet form disappeared through the postern , She that kept it in constant good ...
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I am the Three ' s : prevent them , slake Your thirst ! ' Tis said , the Arab sage In
practising with gems , can loose Their subtle spirit in his cruce And leave but
ashes : so , sweet mage , Leave them my ashes when thy use Sucks out my soul ,
thy ...
I am the Three ' s : prevent them , slake Your thirst ! ' Tis said , the Arab sage In
practising with gems , can loose Their subtle spirit in his cruce And leave but
ashes : so , sweet mage , Leave them my ashes when thy use Sucks out my soul ,
thy ...
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First , out a cloud of curtain blew , Then a sweet cry , and last came youTo catch
your lory that must needs Escape just then , of all times then , To peck a tall plant '
s fleecy seeds And make me happiest of men . I scarce could breathe to see you
...
First , out a cloud of curtain blew , Then a sweet cry , and last came youTo catch
your lory that must needs Escape just then , of all times then , To peck a tall plant '
s fleecy seeds And make me happiest of men . I scarce could breathe to see you
...
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beauty better break breast breath brow cheek Crown dare dead death doubt drop Duke earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fear feel fire flesh flowers gain gave give gold gone grew grow hair hand head hear heard heart heaven hold hope Italy keep King lady laugh leave light lips live look mean meant mind mouth never night o'er once paint pass past perfect play poor praise prove reached rest ride rose round Second seemed side smile soul speak stand star stopped sure sweet tell thee thing thou thought Till took touch true truth turn wait watch whole wide youth
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| Наслов | Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1 |
| Аутор | Robert Browning |
| Издавач | Smith, Elder, 1884 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 12 јун 2008 |
| Дужина | 288 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |