Men and WomenTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 351 страница |
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... comes into their net ? He's Judas to a tittle , that man is ! Just such a face ! why , sir , you make amends . Lord , I'm not angry ! Bid your hangdogs go Drink out this quarter - florin to the health Of the munificent House that ...
... comes into their net ? He's Judas to a tittle , that man is ! Just such a face ! why , sir , you make amends . Lord , I'm not angry ! Bid your hangdogs go Drink out this quarter - florin to the health Of the munificent House that ...
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... comes To care about his asthma : it's the life ! " But there my triumph's straw - fire flared and funked - Their betters took their turn to see and say : The Prior and the learned pulled a face - And stopped all that in no time . " How ...
... comes To care about his asthma : it's the life ! " But there my triumph's straw - fire flared and funked - Their betters took their turn to see and say : The Prior and the learned pulled a face - And stopped all that in no time . " How ...
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... the morning - star's about to shine , What will hap some day . We've a youngster here Comes to our convent , studies what I do , Slouches and stares and lets no atom drop- His name is Guidi - he'll not mind the monks 34 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
... the morning - star's about to shine , What will hap some day . We've a youngster here Comes to our convent , studies what I do , Slouches and stares and lets no atom drop- His name is Guidi - he'll not mind the monks 34 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
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... comes of it ? God's works - paint any one , and count it crime To let a truth slip . Don't object , " His works Are here already - nature is complete : Suppose you reproduce her- ( which you can't ) There's no advantage ! you must beat ...
... comes of it ? God's works - paint any one , and count it crime To let a truth slip . Don't object , " His works Are here already - nature is complete : Suppose you reproduce her- ( which you can't ) There's no advantage ! you must beat ...
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Robert Browning. 16 . Poor little place , where its one priest comes On a festa - day , if he comes at all , To the dozen folk from their scattered homes , Gathered within that precinct small By the dozen ways one roams 17 . To drop from ...
Robert Browning. 16 . Poor little place , where its one priest comes On a festa - day , if he comes at all , To the dozen folk from their scattered homes , Gathered within that precinct small By the dozen ways one roams 17 . To drop from ...
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Страница 14 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.
Страница 266 - And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
Страница 347 - I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you Other heights in other lives, God willing: All the gifts from all the heights, your own, love!
Страница 183 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again ? How strange it seems and new...
Страница 133 - Might she have loved me? Just as well She might have hated, who can tell? Where had I been now if the worst befell? And here we are riding, she and I. Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Страница 280 - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
Страница 104 - What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counterpart In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
Страница 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
Страница 41 - Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one. Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone. Death came tacitly and took them where they never see the sun.
Страница 19 - By and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills, lets blood, draws teeth ; Or the Pulcinello-trumpet breaks up the market beneath. At the post-office such a scene-picture— the new play, piping hot ! And a notice how, only this morning, three liberal thieves were shot. Above it, behold the Archbishop's most fatherly of rebukes, And beneath, with his crown and his lion, some little new law of the Duke's ! Or a sonnet with flowery marge, to the reverend Don So-and-so Who is Dante, Boccaccio, Petrarca,...