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... laughs , For that spoils all : but rather as if aloft Yon hyacinth , she loves so , leaned its staff's Burthen of honey - coloured buds , to kiss And capture ' twixt the lips apart for this . Then her lithe neck , three fingers might ...
... laughs , For that spoils all : but rather as if aloft Yon hyacinth , she loves so , leaned its staff's Burthen of honey - coloured buds , to kiss And capture ' twixt the lips apart for this . Then her lithe neck , three fingers might ...
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... and breast ; Not needing to be crowned , I mean , As I do . E'en when I was dressed , Had either of them spoke , instead Of glancing sideways with still head ! V But no they let me laugh , and sing COUNT GISMOND , COUNT GISMOND.
... and breast ; Not needing to be crowned , I mean , As I do . E'en when I was dressed , Had either of them spoke , instead Of glancing sideways with still head ! V But no they let me laugh , and sing COUNT GISMOND , COUNT GISMOND.
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Robert Browning. V But no they let me laugh , and sing My birthday song quite through , adjust The last rose in my garland , fling A last look on the mirror , trust My arms to each an arm of theirs , And so descend the castle - stairs ...
Robert Browning. V But no they let me laugh , and sing My birthday song quite through , adjust The last rose in my garland , fling A last look on the mirror , trust My arms to each an arm of theirs , And so descend the castle - stairs ...
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... was but proper ; To know what she had not to trust to , Was worth all the ashes and dust too . She went out ' mid hooting and laughter ; Clement Marot stayed ; I followed after , And asked , as a grace , what it all THE GLOVE . 15.
... was but proper ; To know what she had not to trust to , Was worth all the ashes and dust too . She went out ' mid hooting and laughter ; Clement Marot stayed ; I followed after , And asked , as a grace , what it all THE GLOVE . 15.
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... laugh at the gift , 66 -To the page who last leaped o'er the fence " Of the pit , on no greater pretence " Than to get back the bonnet he dropped , " Lest his pay for a week should be stopped . " So , wiser I judged it to make " One ...
... laugh at the gift , 66 -To the page who last leaped o'er the fence " Of the pit , on no greater pretence " Than to get back the bonnet he dropped , " Lest his pay for a week should be stopped . " So , wiser I judged it to make " One ...
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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!