The Poetical Works of Robert Browning, Том 4Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
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... note that Potter's wheel , That metaphor ! and feel Why time spins fast , why passive lies our clay , - Thou , to whom fools propound , When the wine makes its round , " Since life fleets , all is change ; the Past gone , seize to - day ...
... note that Potter's wheel , That metaphor ! and feel Why time spins fast , why passive lies our clay , - Thou , to whom fools propound , When the wine makes its round , " Since life fleets , all is change ; the Past gone , seize to - day ...
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Страница 113 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Страница 120 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Страница 118 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Страница 108 - Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands?
Страница 118 - 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...
Страница 161 - His dam held different, that after death He both plagued enemies and feasted friends: Idly! He doth His worst in this our life, Giving just respite lest we die through pain, Saving last pain for worst, — with which, an end. Meanwhile, the best way to escape His ire Is, not to seem too happy.
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