The Poems of Robert BrowningCrowell, 1896 - 512 страница |
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... rest on a conception of Shakespeare as belonging altogether to the objective type of poet . And the Shakespeare Sonnet , ' The Names , ' is in accord with a view which accepts him as supreme dramatic creator . In the verses beginning ...
... rest on a conception of Shakespeare as belonging altogether to the objective type of poet . And the Shakespeare Sonnet , ' The Names , ' is in accord with a view which accepts him as supreme dramatic creator . In the verses beginning ...
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... rest have trifled . V. Doubt you if , in some such moment , as she fixed me , she felt clearly , Ages past the soul existed , here an age ' t is resting merely , And hence fleets again for ages , while the true end , sole and single ...
... rest have trifled . V. Doubt you if , in some such moment , as she fixed me , she felt clearly , Ages past the soul existed , here an age ' t is resting merely , And hence fleets again for ages , while the true end , sole and single ...
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... rest Until I sank upon his 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 ...
... rest Until I sank upon his 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 ...
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... rest . V. So wore night ; the East was gray , White the broad - faced hemlock flowers : There would be another day ; Ere its first of heavy hours Found me , I had passed away . VI . What became of all the hopes , Words and song and lute ...
... rest . V. So wore night ; the East was gray , White the broad - faced hemlock flowers : There would be another day ; Ere its first of heavy hours Found me , I had passed away . VI . What became of all the hopes , Words and song and lute ...
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... rest , could not tire - To a stone she might have given life ! ( I myself loved once , in my day ) - For a shepherd's , miner's , huntsman's wife , ( I had a wife , I know what I say ) Never in all the world such an one ! And here was ...
... rest , could not tire - To a stone she might have given life ! ( I myself loved once , in my day ) - For a shepherd's , miner's , huntsman's wife , ( I had a wife , I know what I say ) Never in all the world such an one ! And here was ...
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Abt Vogler beauty Bells and Pomegranates breast breath brow Browning Browning's Cerinthus Charles Avison cheek dare dead death doubt dream Duke earth eyes face faith fancy fear feel Ferishtah's Fancies fire flesh flower fool Giotto give God's gold grace hair hand head heart heaven hope Jacynth Jews King kiss lady laugh leave life's lips live look love's man's mind mouth naught neath never night o'er once paint Paracelsus Pheidippides Pippa Passes play poem poet Pornic praise prove Queen Rabbi Ben Ezra ride Robert Browning rose round sing Sludge smile song Sordello soul speak sure sweet tell thee there's things thou thought thro truth turn VIII What's whole wonder word youth ΙΟ
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Страница 207 - GROW old along with me ! * The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith " A whole I planned, "Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid !
Страница 41 - for Aix is in sight!" VIII "How they'll greet us! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Страница 165 - ... creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Страница 44 - Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, — He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, — not thro...
Страница 131 - For, don't you mark, we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see ; And so they are better, painted — better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that — God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Страница 457 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Страница 44 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear...
Страница 160 - HOPE BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, I think : The shutters are shut, no light may pass Save two long rays thro
Страница 154 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Страница 40 - Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her. We'll remember at Aix' — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.