Men and Women and SordellaHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... night's rain , And the South dries the hawthorn - spray . Only , my Love's away ! I'd as lief that the blue were gray . 2 . Runnels , which rillets swell , Must be dancing down the dell With a foamy head On the beryl bed Paven smooth as ...
... night's rain , And the South dries the hawthorn - spray . Only , my Love's away ! I'd as lief that the blue were gray . 2 . Runnels , which rillets swell , Must be dancing down the dell With a foamy head On the beryl bed Paven smooth as ...
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Robert Browning. 9 . That shall be to - morrow Not to - night : I must bury sorrow Out of sight . 10 . Must a little weep , Love , · Foolish me ! And so fall asleep , Love , Loved by thee . FRA LIPPO LIPPI . I AM poor brother Lippo , 24 ...
Robert Browning. 9 . That shall be to - morrow Not to - night : I must bury sorrow Out of sight . 10 . Must a little weep , Love , · Foolish me ! And so fall asleep , Love , Loved by thee . FRA LIPPO LIPPI . I AM poor brother Lippo , 24 ...
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... nights one makes up bands To roam the town and sing out carnival , And I've been three weeks shut within my mew , A - painting for the great man , saints and saints And saints again . I could not paint all night-- 26 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
... nights one makes up bands To roam the town and sing out carnival , And I've been three weeks shut within my mew , A - painting for the great man , saints and saints And saints again . I could not paint all night-- 26 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
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Robert Browning. And saints again . I could not paint all night-- Ouf ! I leaned out of window for fresh air . There came a hurry of feet and little feet , A sweep of lutestrings , laughs , and whifts of song , - Flower o ' the broom ...
Robert Browning. And saints again . I could not paint all night-- Ouf ! I leaned out of window for fresh air . There came a hurry of feet and little feet , A sweep of lutestrings , laughs , and whifts of song , - Flower o ' the broom ...
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... night which turns The unaccustomed head like Chianti wine ! Oh , the church knows ! don't misreport me , now ! It's natural a poor monk out of bounds Should have his apt word to excuse himself : And hearken how I plot to make amends . I ...
... night which turns The unaccustomed head like Chianti wine ! Oh , the church knows ! don't misreport me , now ! It's natural a poor monk out of bounds Should have his apt word to excuse himself : And hearken how I plot to make amends . I ...
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Adelaide Arbalist aught Azzo beauty beside blood breath brow CONSTANCE crown dare dead deed dream earth Ecelin Eglamor eyes face fain faith fancy fate fear Ferrara flesh flowers Ghibellin Giotto give God's Goito grace gray grew Guelf hair hand head heart heaven Henry Cabot Lodge hope Household Edition Illustrated John laugh leave life's lips live Lombardy look man's Mantua mind Naddo neath never night NORBERT o'er once Padua paint Palma past Podestà Poems poet praise prove QUEEN rest Romano Rome rose round Saint Boniface Salinguerra sleep smile song Sordello soul speak strange sure Taurello thee there's thing thou thought thro till Song true truth turn twixt Verona Vicenza vols what's whence whole wonder word youth Zeus
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หน้า 282 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for ! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead ! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee ; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever : a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! See the Christ stand ! " XIX I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.
หน้า 53 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
หน้า 334 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
หน้า 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
หน้า 264 - And I paused, held my breath in such silence, and listened apart; And the tent shook, for mighty Saul shuddered: and sparkles 'gan dart From the jewels that woke in his turban, at once with a start, All its lordly male-sapphires, and rubies courageous at heart. So the head: but the body still moved not, still hung there erect.
หน้า 330 - Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Chafes in the censer. Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citied to the top, Crowded with culture!
หน้า 87 - ALL that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
หน้า 15 - I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes ; Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed me...
หน้า 343 - Bafael made a century of sonnets, Made and wrote them in a certain volume Dinted with the silver-pointed pencil Else he only used to draw Madonnas : These, the world might view — but One, the volume. Who that one, you ask ? Your heart instructs you.
หน้า 152 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps ! We look on helplessly.