The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ...: King Victor and King Charles. Dramatic lyrics. The return te Druses. 1883Smith, Elder and Company, 1884 |
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... never come back to us ! There would be doubt , hesitation and pain , Forced praise on our part - the glimmer of twilight , Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well , for we taught him - strike gallantly , Menace our heart ...
... never come back to us ! There would be doubt , hesitation and pain , Forced praise on our part - the glimmer of twilight , Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well , for we taught him - strike gallantly , Menace our heart ...
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... never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight , Then shortened each stirrup , and set the pique right , Rebuckled the cheek - strap , chained slacker the bit , Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit . III ...
... never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight , Then shortened each stirrup , and set the pique right , Rebuckled the cheek - strap , chained slacker the bit , Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit . III ...
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... never think that she passed you by ! She loves you noble roses , I know ; But yonder , see , where the rock - plants lie ! III . This flower she stopped at , finger on lip , Stooped over , in doubt , at settling its claim ; Till she ...
... never think that she passed you by ! She loves you noble roses , I know ; But yonder , see , where the rock - plants lie ! III . This flower she stopped at , finger on lip , Stooped over , in doubt , at settling its claim ; Till she ...
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... never ! For while it pouts her fingers wrestle , Twinkling the audacious leaves between , Till round they turn and down they nestle- Is not the dear mark still to be seen ? VI . Where I find her not , beauties vanish ; Whither I follow ...
... never ! For while it pouts her fingers wrestle , Twinkling the audacious leaves between , Till round they turn and down they nestle- Is not the dear mark still to be seen ? VI . Where I find her not , beauties vanish ; Whither I follow ...
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... When he finishes re fection , Knife and fork he never lays Cross - wise , to my recollection , As do I , in Jesu's praise .. I the Trinity illustrate , Drinking watered orange - pulp— SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER . 27.
... When he finishes re fection , Knife and fork he never lays Cross - wise , to my recollection , As do I , in Jesu's praise .. I the Trinity illustrate , Drinking watered orange - pulp— SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER . 27.
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˹éÒ 17 - 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 15 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts 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. Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then...
˹éÒ 18 - 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
˹éÒ 14 - LOST LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote...
˹éÒ 89 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator, —the end, what began ? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can...
˹éÒ 28 - 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?
˹éÒ 40 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.
˹éÒ 72 - HOME-THOUGHTS FROM THE SEA Nobly, nobly, Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay ; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar, grand and gray; ' Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
˹éÒ 43 - Overscored, While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks Through the chinks— Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time Sprang sublime, And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced As they raced, And the monarch and his minions and his dames Viewed the games. And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve Smiles to leave To their folding, all our...
˹éÒ 93 - ... awakened, hell loosed with her crews; And the stars of night beat with emotion, and tingled and shot Out in fire the strong pain of pent knowledge: but I fainted not, For the Hand still impelled me at once and supported, suppressed All the tumult, and quenched it with quiet, and holy behest, Till the rapture was shut in itself, and the earth sank to rest.