Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, àÅèÁ·Õè 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... seemed as they would ask me , if they durst , How such a glance came there ; so , not the first Are you to turn and ask thus . Sir , ' t was not Her husband's presence only , called that spot Of joy into the Duchess ' cheek : perhaps ...
... seemed as they would ask me , if they durst , How such a glance came there ; so , not the first Are you to turn and ask thus . Sir , ' t was not Her husband's presence only , called that spot Of joy into the Duchess ' cheek : perhaps ...
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... seemed , While being dressed in queen's array To give our tourney prize away . III I thought they loved me , did me grace To please themselves ; ' t was all their deed God makes , or fair or foul , our face ; If showing mine so caused ...
... seemed , While being dressed in queen's array To give our tourney prize away . III I thought they loved me , did me grace To please themselves ; ' t was all their deed God makes , or fair or foul , our face ; If showing mine so caused ...
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... seemed to wince , But he thought of wars o'er the world wide , Castles a - fire , men on their march , The toppling tower , the crashing arch ; And up he looked , and awhile he eyed The row of crests and shields and banners Of all ...
... seemed to wince , But he thought of wars o'er the world wide , Castles a - fire , men on their march , The toppling tower , the crashing arch ; And up he looked , and awhile he eyed The row of crests and shields and banners Of all ...
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... seemed tired- If that was an eagle she saw hover , And the green and grey bird on the field was the plover . When suddenly appeared the Duke : And as down she sprung , the small foot pointed On to my hand , —as with a rebuke , And as if ...
... seemed tired- If that was an eagle she saw hover , And the green and grey bird on the field was the plover . When suddenly appeared the Duke : And as down she sprung , the small foot pointed On to my hand , —as with a rebuke , And as if ...
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... seemed that the music furled Its wings like a task fulfilled , and dropped From under the words it first had propped , And left them midway in the world . Word took word as hand takes hand , I could hear at last , and understand ; And ...
... seemed that the music furled Its wings like a task fulfilled , and dropped From under the words it first had propped , And left them midway in the world . Word took word as hand takes hand , I could hear at last , and understand ; And ...
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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!