Men and WomenTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 351 หน้า |
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... grow sharp alike , He learns the look of things , and none the less For admonitions from the hunger - pinch . I had a store of such remarks , be sure , Which , after I found leisure , turned to use : I drew men's faces on my copy ...
... grow sharp alike , He learns the look of things , and none the less For admonitions from the hunger - pinch . I had a store of such remarks , be sure , Which , after I found leisure , turned to use : I drew men's faces on my copy ...
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... grown a man no doubt , I've broken bounds You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never kiss the girls I'm my own master , paint now as I please - Having a friend , you see , in the Corner - house ! Lord ...
... grown a man no doubt , I've broken bounds You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never kiss the girls I'm my own master , paint now as I please - Having a friend , you see , in the Corner - house ! Lord ...
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... pious people have so eased their own When coming to say prayers there in a rage . We get on fast to see the bricks beneath . Expect another job this time next year , For pity and religion grow i ' the crowd- Your 36 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
... pious people have so eased their own When coming to say prayers there in a rage . We get on fast to see the bricks beneath . Expect another job this time next year , For pity and religion grow i ' the crowd- Your 36 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
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Robert Browning. For pity and religion grow i ' the crowd- Your painting serves its purpose ! " Hang the fools ! That is - you'll not mistake an idle word Spoke in a huff by a poor monk , God wot , Tasting the air this spicy night which ...
Robert Browning. For pity and religion grow i ' the crowd- Your painting serves its purpose ! " Hang the fools ! That is - you'll not mistake an idle word Spoke in a huff by a poor monk , God wot , Tasting the air this spicy night which ...
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... I want the heart to scold . Dear dead women , with such hair , too - what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old . BY THE FIRESIDE . 1 . How well I know A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S . 43.
... I want the heart to scold . Dear dead women , with such hair , too - what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old . BY THE FIRESIDE . 1 . How well I know A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S . 43.
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หน้า 14 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.
หน้า 266 - And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
หน้า 347 - I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you Other heights in other lives, God willing: All the gifts from all the heights, your own, love!
หน้า 183 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again ? How strange it seems and new...
หน้า 133 - Might she have loved me? Just as well She might have hated, who can tell? Where had I been now if the worst befell? And here we are riding, she and I. Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
หน้า 280 - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
หน้า 104 - What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counterpart In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
หน้า 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
หน้า 41 - Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one. Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone. Death came tacitly and took them where they never see the sun.
หน้า 19 - By and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills, lets blood, draws teeth ; Or the Pulcinello-trumpet breaks up the market beneath. At the post-office such a scene-picture— the new play, piping hot ! And a notice how, only this morning, three liberal thieves were shot. Above it, behold the Archbishop's most fatherly of rebukes, And beneath, with his crown and his lion, some little new law of the Duke's ! Or a sonnet with flowery marge, to the reverend Don So-and-so Who is Dante, Boccaccio, Petrarca,...