Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert BrowningChapman and Hall, 1863 - 411 страница |
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... looked on , and her looks went everywhere . Sir , ' twas all one ! My favour at her breast , The dropping of the daylight in the west , 1 1 The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke Dramatic Lyrics . MY LAST DUCHESS.
... looked on , and her looks went everywhere . Sir , ' twas all one ! My favour at her breast , The dropping of the daylight in the west , 1 1 The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke Dramatic Lyrics . MY LAST DUCHESS.
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... breast ; Not needing to be crowned , I mean , As I do . E'en when I was dressed , Had either of them spoke , instead Of glancing sideways with still head ! V. But no : they let me laugh , and sing My birthday song quite through , adjust ...
... breast ; Not needing to be crowned , I mean , As I do . E'en when I was dressed , Had either of them spoke , instead Of glancing sideways with still head ! V. But no : they let me laugh , and sing My birthday song quite through , adjust ...
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... breast . XIX . Over my head his arm he flung Against the world ; and scarce I felt His sword , that dripped by me and swung , A little shifted in its belt , - For he began to say the while How south our home lay many a mile . XX . So ...
... breast . XIX . Over my head his arm he flung Against the world ; and scarce I felt His sword , that dripped by me and swung , A little shifted in its belt , - For he began to say the while How south our home lay many a mile . XX . So ...
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... breast Was all but shot in two . IV . " Well , " cried he , " Emperor , by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The Marshal's in the market - place , And you'll be there anon To see your flag - bird flap his vans Where I , to heart's ...
... breast Was all but shot in two . IV . " Well , " cried he , " Emperor , by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The Marshal's in the market - place , And you'll be there anon To see your flag - bird flap his vans Where I , to heart's ...
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... turned from south to west , And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed , And after him the children pressed ; Great was the joy in every breast . " He never can cross that mighty top ! He's The Pied Piper of Hamelin . 23.
... turned from south to west , And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed , And after him the children pressed ; Great was the joy in every breast . " He never can cross that mighty top ! He's The Pied Piper of Hamelin . 23.
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Anael aught beauty beside bezants blood breast breath brow Clement Marot CONSTANCE crown dare dead dear Djabal doubt dream drop Druses duke earth eyes face faith fear Fest Festus flesh Florence gift give God's Goito grace grew guilders hair Hakeem hand head hear heart heaven hope Jacynth keep King kiss lady laugh leave Lebanon life's lips live look Loys man's mind neath never night NORBERT Nuncio o'er once Otti paint Pandulph PARACELSUS PIPPA PASSES praise prove QUEEN round sake sleep smile Sordello soul speak stand stoop strange sure sure as fate tell thee there's thine thing Thorold thou thought thro true truth Turin turn twas twixt Vane Venice Wentworth what's whole wonder word Zeus
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Страница 30 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Страница 29 - Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew, "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through. Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Страница 14 - 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!
Страница 19 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "Tis clear...
Страница 234 - 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...
Страница 26 - I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me. For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, Joining the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And everything was strange and new...
Страница 231 - Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame Struck them tame; And that glory and that shame alike, the gold Bought and sold.
Страница 23 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. " Go," cried the Mayor, " and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! " — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, W>th a, " First, if you please, my thousand guilders !
Страница 104 - There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth ; A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Blinds it, and makes all error : and, " to know" Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Страница 17 - There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it, entails Twenty-nine distinct damnations, One sure, if another fails; If I trip him just a-dying, Sure of heaven as sure can be, Spin him round and send him flying Off to hell, a Manichee?