Lyrics, Idyls, and Romances from the Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert BrowningHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 187 страница |
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Athens blood brain brave breast breathe broke brute Buhéyseh cheek Chorus Clement Marot cried Damfreville dare dark Dark Tower dead death deed Duhl earth Electrotyped eyes face fancy Fano fear FERISHTAH'S FANCIES fifty-score strong fight flesh galloped gift glory God's gold gray Great-hearted gentlemen Guido Reni hand HARVARD COLLEGE head heart heaven Hervé Riel HIGGINSON Hóseyn King Charles lady LAST DUCHESS laugh leprosy life's lips live look Lorge man's morn Muléykeh neck never night nought o'er once PARACELSUS past Pearl Persia Pheidippides PIPPA PASSES plain poems praise quoth rest ride Roland round saddle saith Sea our Galleys ship singing smiling song soul Sparta speak stand stood thee there's THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON thou thought tress turn twixt wonder youth
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Страница 142 - 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 140 - Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe: But God has a few of us whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome: 'tis we musicians know.
Страница 29 - Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground...
Страница 141 - 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 66 - Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat;" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy.
Страница 67 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Страница 149 - Ay, 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!
Страница 23 - THE LOST LEADER 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...
Страница 67 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Страница 18 - Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing; And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song: God for King Charles!