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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... bent back For my voice , and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence , -ever that glance O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume - flakes which aye and 16 LYRICS .
... bent back For my voice , and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence , -ever that glance O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume - flakes which aye and 16 LYRICS .
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... O'er each visioned homicide That came vaunting ( has he lied ? ) To reside - where he died , As I ride , as I ride . As I ride , as I ride , IV . Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied , Yet his hide , streaked and pied , As I ride , as I ...
... O'er each visioned homicide That came vaunting ( has he lied ? ) To reside - where he died , As I ride , as I ride . As I ride , as I ride , IV . Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied , Yet his hide , streaked and pied , As I ride , as I ...
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... O'er the page so beautifully yellow : Oh , well have the droppings played their tricks ! Did he guess how toadstools grow , this fellow ? Here's one stuck in his chapter six ! VII . How did he like it when the live creatures Tickled and ...
... O'er the page so beautifully yellow : Oh , well have the droppings played their tricks ! Did he guess how toadstools grow , this fellow ? Here's one stuck in his chapter six ! VII . How did he like it when the live creatures Tickled and ...
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... o'er plate , Have softened down the crisp - cut name and date ! LOVE . So , the year's done with ! ( Love me for ever ! ) All March begun with , April's endeavour ; May - wreaths that bound me June needs must sever ; Now snows fall ...
... o'er plate , Have softened down the crisp - cut name and date ! LOVE . So , the year's done with ! ( Love me for ever ! ) All March begun with , April's endeavour ; May - wreaths that bound me June needs must sever ; Now snows fall ...
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... O'er the hundred - gated circuit of a wall Bounding all , Made of marble , men might march on nor be pressed , Twelve abreast . III . And such plenty and perfection , see , of grass Never was ! Such a carpet as , this summer - time , o ...
... O'er the hundred - gated circuit of a wall Bounding all , Made of marble , men might march on nor be pressed , Twelve abreast . III . And such plenty and perfection , see , of grass Never was ! Such a carpet as , this summer - time , o ...
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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.