Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, àÅèÁ·Õè 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... gone home again , Kissed Jacynth , and soberly drowned myself ! It was a little plait of hair Such as friends in a convent make To wear , each for the other's sake , - This , see , which at my breast I wear , Ever did ( rather to ...
... gone home again , Kissed Jacynth , and soberly drowned myself ! It was a little plait of hair Such as friends in a convent make To wear , each for the other's sake , - This , see , which at my breast I wear , Ever did ( rather to ...
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... gone and the Duke was glad of it , And the old one was in the young one's stead , And took , in her place , the household's head , And a blessed time the household had of it ! And were I not , as a man may say , cautious How I trench ...
... gone and the Duke was glad of it , And the old one was in the young one's stead , And took , in her place , the household's head , And a blessed time the household had of it ! And were I not , as a man may say , cautious How I trench ...
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... gone for his service ! Rags were they purple , his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so , followed him , honoured him , Lived in his mild and magnificent eye , Learned his great language , caught his clear accents , Made him ...
... gone for his service ! Rags were they purple , his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so , followed him , honoured him , Lived in his mild and magnificent eye , Learned his great language , caught his clear accents , Made him ...
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... gone Through guilty glorious Babylon . And while such murmurs flow , the nymph Bends o'er the harp - top from her shell As the dry limpet for the lymph Come with a tune he knows so well . And how your statues ' hearts must swell ! And ...
... gone Through guilty glorious Babylon . And while such murmurs flow , the nymph Bends o'er the harp - top from her shell As the dry limpet for the lymph Come with a tune he knows so well . And how your statues ' hearts must swell ! And ...
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... heart to reach its place . When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone ? When cry for the old comfort and find none ? Never , I know ! Thy soul is in thy face . III Oh , I should fade - ' t is BY THE FIRESIDE . 91 ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND.
... heart to reach its place . When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone ? When cry for the old comfort and find none ? Never , I know ! Thy soul is in thy face . III Oh , I should fade - ' t is BY THE FIRESIDE . 91 ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND.
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Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First Series Robert Browning ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1884 |
Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First Series Robert Browning ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1884 |
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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!