Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert BrowningChapman and Hall, 1863 - 411 ˹éÒ |
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... a thing As answer possible to give . What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture - engine's whole Strength on it ? No more says the soul . XII Till out strode Gismond ; then I knew That 8 Dramatic Lyrics .
... a thing As answer possible to give . What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture - engine's whole Strength on it ? No more says the soul . XII Till out strode Gismond ; then I knew That 8 Dramatic Lyrics .
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... whole of the way ; And in after years , if you would blame His sadness , he was used to say , - " It's dull in our town since my playmates left ! I can't forget that I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see , Which the Piper also ...
... whole of the way ; And in after years , if you would blame His sadness , he was used to say , - " It's dull in our town since my playmates left ! I can't forget that I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see , Which the Piper also ...
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... whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate , With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim , And with circles of red for his eye - sockets ' rim . IX . Then I cast loose my buffcoat , each holster let fall ...
... whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate , With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim , And with circles of red for his eye - sockets ' rim . IX . Then I cast loose my buffcoat , each holster let fall ...
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... whole fortune's fee- If it hurts her , beside , can it ever hurt me ? XII . Now , take all my jewels , gorge gold to your fill , You may kiss me , old man , on my mouth if you will ! But brush this dust off me , lest horror it brings ...
... whole fortune's fee- If it hurts her , beside , can it ever hurt me ? XII . Now , take all my jewels , gorge gold to your fill , You may kiss me , old man , on my mouth if you will ! But brush this dust off me , lest horror it brings ...
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... whole is our duke's country . III . I was born the day this present duke was— ( And O , says the song , ere I was old ! ) In the castle where the other duke was- ( When I was hopeful and young , not old 52 Dramatic Lyrics .
... whole is our duke's country . III . I was born the day this present duke was— ( And O , says the song , ere I was old ! ) In the castle where the other duke was- ( When I was hopeful and young , not old 52 Dramatic Lyrics .
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˹éÒ 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!
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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!
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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 !
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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?