The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Pagina 2
... woman , Panting and bewildered , down - clapping Her umbrella with a mighty report , Grounded it by me , wry and flapping , A wreck of whalebones ; then , with a snort , Like a startled horse , at the interloper ( Who humbly knew ...
... woman , Panting and bewildered , down - clapping Her umbrella with a mighty report , Grounded it by me , wry and flapping , A wreck of whalebones ; then , with a snort , Like a startled horse , at the interloper ( Who humbly knew ...
Pagina 3
... woman once , Holding at least its tongue for the nonce . Then a tall yellow man , like the Penitent Thief , With his jaw bound up in a handkerchief , And eyelids screwed together tight , Led himself in by some inner light . And , except ...
... woman once , Holding at least its tongue for the nonce . Then a tall yellow man , like the Penitent Thief , With his jaw bound up in a handkerchief , And eyelids screwed together tight , Led himself in by some inner light . And , except ...
Pagina 5
... woman purred with pleasure , And thumb round thumb went twirling faster , While she , to his periods keeping measure , Maternally devoured the pastor . The man with the handkerchief untied it , Showed us a horrible wen inside it , Gave ...
... woman purred with pleasure , And thumb round thumb went twirling faster , While she , to his periods keeping measure , Maternally devoured the pastor . The man with the handkerchief untied it , Showed us a horrible wen inside it , Gave ...
Pagina 29
... woman , late so placable , Eyed me with symptoms , hardly mistakable , Of her milk of kindness turning rancid . In short , a spectator might have fancied That I had nodded , betrayed by slumber , Yet kept my seat , a warning ghastly ...
... woman , late so placable , Eyed me with symptoms , hardly mistakable , Of her milk of kindness turning rancid . In short , a spectator might have fancied That I had nodded , betrayed by slumber , Yet kept my seat , a warning ghastly ...
Pagina 53
... woman yet With eyes to help me to forget , Shall look on me ; and I will match Departed love with love , attach Old memories to new dreams , nor scorn The poorest of the grains of corn I save from EASTER - DAY 53 MEN AND WOMEN.
... woman yet With eyes to help me to forget , Shall look on me ; and I will match Departed love with love , attach Old memories to new dreams , nor scorn The poorest of the grains of corn I save from EASTER - DAY 53 MEN AND WOMEN.
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The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning, Volumul 4 Robert Browning Vizualizare completă - 1893 |
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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.