Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, àÅèÁ·Õè 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... beauty , that rose in the sequel To the King's love , who loved her a week well . And ' t was noticed he never would honour De Lorge ( who looked daggers upon her ) With the easy commission of stretching His legs in the service , and ...
... beauty , that rose in the sequel To the King's love , who loved her a week well . And ' t was noticed he never would honour De Lorge ( who looked daggers upon her ) With the easy commission of stretching His legs in the service , and ...
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... beauty . No sooner had she named his lady , Than a shine lit up the face so shady , And its smirk returned with a novel meaning : For it struck him , the babe just wanted weaning ; If one gave her a taste of what life was and sorrow She ...
... beauty . No sooner had she named his lady , Than a shine lit up the face so shady , And its smirk returned with a novel meaning : For it struck him , the babe just wanted weaning ; If one gave her a taste of what life was and sorrow She ...
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... beauty gave Joy to thy sense , for that was precious too . It is not to be granted . But the soul Whence the love comes , all ravage leaves that whole ; Vainly the flesh fades ; soul makes all things new . IV It would not be because my ...
... beauty gave Joy to thy sense , for that was precious too . It is not to be granted . But the soul Whence the love comes , all ravage leaves that whole ; Vainly the flesh fades ; soul makes all things new . IV It would not be because my ...
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... Why should all the giving prove His alone ? I had wealth and ease , Beauty , youth : Since my lover gave me love , I gave these . VII That was all I meant , -To be just , And the passion I had raised , To content . I. H IN A YEAR . 97.
... Why should all the giving prove His alone ? I had wealth and ease , Beauty , youth : Since my lover gave me love , I gave these . VII That was all I meant , -To be just , And the passion I had raised , To content . I. H IN A YEAR . 97.
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... . Roses will bloom nor want beholders , Sprung from the dust where our flesh moulders , What shall arrive with the cycle's change ? A novel grace and a beauty strange . I will make an Eve , be the Artist that WOMEN AND ROSES . 103.
... . Roses will bloom nor want beholders , Sprung from the dust where our flesh moulders , What shall arrive with the cycle's change ? A novel grace and a beauty strange . I will make an Eve , be the Artist that WOMEN AND ROSES . 103.
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˹éÒ 214 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
˹éÒ 56 - 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 201 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
˹éÒ 209 - 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 281 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
˹éÒ 2 - Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
˹éÒ 200 - Why, there it had stood, to see, nor the process so wonderworth : Had I written the same, made verse — still, effect proceeds from cause, Ye know why the forms are fair, ye hear how the tale is told...
˹éÒ 278 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
˹éÒ 263 - ... the rest. And thy brothers, the help and the contest, the working whence grew Such result as, from seething grape-bundles, the spirit strained true : And the friends of thy boyhood — that boyhood of wonder and hope, Present promise and wealth of the future beyond the eye's scope...
˹éÒ 272 - There's a faculty pleasant to exercise, hard to hoodwink, I am fain to keep still in abeyance, (I laugh as I think) Lest, insisting to claim and parade in it, wot ye, I worst E'en the Giver in one gift — Behold, I could love if I durst!