The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Pagina 7
... live , And look at him from a place apart , And use his gifts of brain and heart , Given , indeed , but to keep forever . Who speaks of man , then , must not sever Man's elements from man , Saying , " But all is God's " very whose plan ...
... live , And look at him from a place apart , And use his gifts of brain and heart , Given , indeed , but to keep forever . Who speaks of man , then , must not sever Man's elements from man , Saying , " But all is God's " very whose plan ...
Pagina 35
... live as , if you tried You clearly might , yet most despise . One friend of mine wears out his eyes , Slighting the stupid joys of sense , In patient hope that , ten years hence , ' Somewhat completer , ' he may say , ' My list of ...
... live as , if you tried You clearly might , yet most despise . One friend of mine wears out his eyes , Slighting the stupid joys of sense , In patient hope that , ten years hence , ' Somewhat completer , ' he may say , ' My list of ...
Pagina 39
... live In trusting ease ; and here you drive At causing me to lose what most Yourself would mourn for had you lost ! " XII . But , do you see , my friend , that thus You leave St. Paul for Eschylus ? Who made his Titan's arch - device The ...
... live In trusting ease ; and here you drive At causing me to lose what most Yourself would mourn for had you lost ! " XII . But , do you see , my friend , that thus You leave St. Paul for Eschylus ? Who made his Titan's arch - device The ...
Pagina 40
... live actual listener , My story , reason must aver False after all the happy chance ! While , if each human countenance I meet in London day by day , Be what I fear , ― my warnings fray No one , and no one they convert , And no one ...
... live actual listener , My story , reason must aver False after all the happy chance ! While , if each human countenance I meet in London day by day , Be what I fear , ― my warnings fray No one , and no one they convert , And no one ...
Pagina 47
... live Indeed , if rays , completely pure From flesh that dulls them , could endure , Not shoot in meteor - light athwart Our earth , to show how cold and swart It lies beneath their fire , but stand As stars do , destined to expand ...
... live Indeed , if rays , completely pure From flesh that dulls them , could endure , Not shoot in meteor - light athwart Our earth , to show how cold and swart It lies beneath their fire , but stand As stars do , destined to expand ...
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Admetos Alkestis Athens Bateleurs beauty beside breast breath Cerinthus crown dæmons dare dead death doubt dream earth Elvire Euripides eyes face faith fancy fear Fifine fire flesh fool gain give glory God's grace Guido Reni Hades hand hate head hear heart heaven Herakles Hohenstiel-Schwangau hope hopes and fears Kameiros keep laugh leave Leicester Square life's light live look Louis-d'or man's means mind Moirai mouth neath never nought o'er once paint plain play Pornic praise prove Queen round sake sense Setebos Sludge smile soul soul's speak stand sure tell thee there's Theseus Thessalian things thou thought Thrace touch true truth turn twixt what's whence whole wife woman wonder word Zeus
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Pagina 185 - 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.
Pagina 184 - 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.
Pagina 184 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Pagina 186 - 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 189 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Pagina 91 - And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my ears, About the life before I lived this life, And this life too, popes, cardinals and priests, Saint Praxed at his sermon on the mount...
Pagina 71 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Pagina 125 - This: no artist lives and loves, that longs not Once, and only once, and for one only, (Ah, the prize!) to find his love a language Fit and fair and simple and sufficient — Using nature that's an art to others, Not, this one time, art that's turned his nature. Ay, of all the artists living, loving, None but would forego his proper dowry, — Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, — Does he write?
Pagina 189 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me : we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? XXIII Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
Pagina 77 - Christ (Whose sad face on the cross sees only this After the passion of a thousand years) Till some poor girl, her apron o'er her head, (Which the intense eyes looked through) came at eve On tiptoe, said a word, dropped in a loaf, Her pair of earrings and a bunch of flowers (The brute took growling), prayed, and so was gone.