Selections from [his] Poetical WorksSmith, Elder & Company, 1874 |
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Pagina 2
... fade slow against the sky ( That's the pale ground you'd see this sweet face by ) , All heaven , meanwhile , condensed into one eye Which fears to lose the wonder , should it wink . MY LAST DUCHESS . FERRARA . THAT ' s my 2 A FACE.
... fade slow against the sky ( That's the pale ground you'd see this sweet face by ) , All heaven , meanwhile , condensed into one eye Which fears to lose the wonder , should it wink . MY LAST DUCHESS . FERRARA . THAT ' s my 2 A FACE.
Pagina 33
... sweet , —we shall not quarrel . IV . So , at home , the sick tall yellow Duchess Was left with the infant in her clutches , She being the daughter of God knows who : And now was the time to revisit her tribe . Abroad and afar they went ...
... sweet , —we shall not quarrel . IV . So , at home , the sick tall yellow Duchess Was left with the infant in her clutches , She being the daughter of God knows who : And now was the time to revisit her tribe . Abroad and afar they went ...
Pagina 56
... sweet form disappeared through the postern , She that kept it in constant good humour , It ought to have stopped ; there seemed nothing to do more . But the world thought otherwise and went on , And my head ' s one that its spite was ...
... sweet form disappeared through the postern , She that kept it in constant good humour , It ought to have stopped ; there seemed nothing to do more . But the world thought otherwise and went on , And my head ' s one that its spite was ...
Pagina 72
... sweet mage , Leave them my ashes when thy use Sucks out my soul , thy heritage ! He sings . I. Past we glide , and past , and past ! What's that poor Agnese doing Where they make the shutters fast ? Grey Zanobi's just a - wooing To his ...
... sweet mage , Leave them my ashes when thy use Sucks out my soul , thy heritage ! He sings . I. Past we glide , and past , and past ! What's that poor Agnese doing Where they make the shutters fast ? Grey Zanobi's just a - wooing To his ...
Pagina 76
... sweet cry , and last came you— To catch your lory that must needs Escape just then , of all times then , To peck a tall plant's fleecy seeds And make me happiest of men . I scarce could breathe to see you reach So far back o'er the ...
... sweet cry , and last came you— To catch your lory that must needs Escape just then , of all times then , To peck a tall plant's fleecy seeds And make me happiest of men . I scarce could breathe to see you reach So far back o'er the ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
beauty bird blood breast breath brow Caliban cheek Clement Marot CLEON dare Dark Tower dead death drop Duke earth eyes face Fano feast fire flesh flowers furled Gismond give God's gold grew grey hair hand hath hauberk head heart heaven hope Italy Jacynth King kiss lady LAST DUCHESS laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or man's mind Moldavia mouth neath never night o'er once paint pass past perfect PIPPA PASSES play Pornic praise pride rapture rest ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round Saint Saul Setebos shut side sings sleep smile song soul speak star stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro touch travertine truth turn twixt Ulpian VIII watch whole wonder word youth Zeus
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Pagina 341 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Pagina 336 - 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!
Pagina 335 - 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!
Pagina 246 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Pagina 244 - 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, hut a star.
Pagina 69 - 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...
Pagina 69 - 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...
Pagina 191 - Noon strikes, — here sweeps the procession! our Lady borne smiling and smart With a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart!
Pagina 332 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in!
Pagina 273 - Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone! Cramped and diminished, Moaned he, "New measures, other feet anon! "My dance is finished?