The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning: Dramatic lyrics. The return of the Druses. A blot on the 'scutcheon. Colombe's birthday. Dramatic romances. A soul's tragedy. LuriaHoughton, Mifflin, 1895 |
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Adolf All's Anael arms art thou aught Austin Berth Berthold bezants blood Brac breast breath brow cheek Chiappino Cleves Court Courtiers dare death deed Djabal dream Druses Duchess Duke earth Enter eyes face faith Florence Gaucelme give God's grace Guen Guendolen Guibert guilders hair Hakeem hand hear heard heart heaven hope Jacynth Juliers keep Khalil lady lady's laugh leave Lebanon lips live look Lord Tresham Loys Luria Mertoun Mildred neath never night nought Nuncio o'er once past pause Pisa praise Prefect Prince Puccio rose round sake seemed shame soul speak spoke stand sure sure as fate tell thee there's thine Thorold thought Tresh tribe true truth turn VALENCE Venice wait What's word wrongs
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หน้า 4 - 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 3 - 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; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service!
หน้า 5 - 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 24 - 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 cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her. m. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew...
หน้า 231 - 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...
หน้า 284 - Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary : Which was, ' At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe...
หน้า 4 - We shall march prospering,— not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,— not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,— while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire...
หน้า 57 - ... maintain at the height This perfection, — succeed with life's dayspring death's minute of night? Interpose at the difficult minute, snatch Saul the mistake, Saul the failure, the ruin he seems now — and bid him awake From the dream, the probation, the prelude, to find himself set Clear and safe in new light and new life, — a new harmony yet To be run, and continued, and ended — who knows? — or endure! The man taught enough by life's dream, of the rest to make sure: By the pain-throb,...
หน้า 336 - There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides — met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture ! in a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set And blew. " Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.
หน้า 12 - Saint, forsooth! While brown Dolores Squats outside the Convent bank With Sanchicha, telling stories, Steeping tresses in the tank, Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs, —Can't I see his dead eye glow, Bright as 'twere a Barbary corsair's? (That is, if he'd let it show...