Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert BrowningChapman and Hall, 1863 - 411 หน้า |
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... TURIN , DURING THE PRESUMED ABSENCE OF THE NEW KING . Vic . Sure I heard voices ? No ! Well , I do best To make at once for this , the heart o ' the place . The old room ! Nothing changed ! So near my seat , D'Ormea ? [ Pushing away the ...
... TURIN , DURING THE PRESUMED ABSENCE OF THE NEW KING . Vic . Sure I heard voices ? No ! Well , I do best To make at once for this , the heart o ' the place . The old room ! Nothing changed ! So near my seat , D'Ormea ? [ Pushing away the ...
หน้า 153
... Turin Is mine to have , were I so minded , for The asking ; all the army's mine - I've witnessed Each private fight beneath me ; all the court's Mine too ; and , best of all , my D'Ormea's still His D'Ormea ; no ! there's some grace ...
... Turin Is mine to have , were I so minded , for The asking ; all the army's mine - I've witnessed Each private fight beneath me ; all the court's Mine too ; and , best of all , my D'Ormea's still His D'Ormea ; no ! there's some grace ...
หน้า 154
... Turin , King Victor ! Is't to Turin -- yes , or no ? ' Tis this relentless noonday - lighted chamber , Lighted like life , but silent as the grave , That disconcerts me ! There the change must strike . No silence last year ! some one ...
... Turin , King Victor ! Is't to Turin -- yes , or no ? ' Tis this relentless noonday - lighted chamber , Lighted like life , but silent as the grave , That disconcerts me ! There the change must strike . No silence last year ! some one ...
หน้า 155
... Turin out ; what scorn and laughter follow The coin you fling into his cap ! and last , Some bright morn , how men crowd about the midst Of the market - place , where takes the old king breath Ere with his crutch he strike the palace ...
... Turin out ; what scorn and laughter follow The coin you fling into his cap ! and last , Some bright morn , how men crowd about the midst Of the market - place , where takes the old king breath Ere with his crutch he strike the palace ...
หน้า 159
... Turin , Rivoli here , And Susa , and Veneria , and Superga— Pined for the pleasant places he had built When he was fortunate and young- My father ! Cha . Vic . Stay yet - and if he said he could not die Deprived of baubles he had put ...
... Turin , Rivoli here , And Susa , and Veneria , and Superga— Pined for the pleasant places he had built When he was fortunate and young- My father ! Cha . Vic . Stay yet - and if he said he could not die Deprived of baubles he had put ...
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Anael aught beauty beside bezants blood breast breath brow Clement Marot CONSTANCE crown dare dead dear Djabal doubt dream drop Druses duke earth eyes face faith fear Fest Festus flesh Florence gift give God's Goito grace grew guilders hair Hakeem hand head hear heart heaven hope Jacynth keep King kiss lady laugh leave Lebanon life's lips live look Loys man's mind neath never night NORBERT Nuncio o'er once Otti paint Pandulph PARACELSUS PIPPA PASSES praise prove QUEEN round sake sleep smile Sordello soul speak stand stoop strange sure sure as fate tell thee there's thine thing Thorold thou thought thro true truth Turin turn twas twixt Vane Venice Wentworth what's whole wonder word Zeus
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หน้า 30 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
หน้า 29 - Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew, "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through. Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
หน้า 14 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
หน้า 19 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "Tis clear...
หน้า 234 - Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little...
หน้า 26 - I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me. For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, Joining the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And everything was strange and new...
หน้า 231 - Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame Struck them tame; And that glory and that shame alike, the gold Bought and sold.
หน้า 23 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. " Go," cried the Mayor, " and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! " — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, W>th a, " First, if you please, my thousand guilders !
หน้า 104 - There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth ; A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Blinds it, and makes all error : and, " to know" Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
หน้า 17 - There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it, entails Twenty-nine distinct damnations, One sure, if another fails; If I trip him just a-dying, Sure of heaven as sure can be, Spin him round and send him flying Off to hell, a Manichee?