Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First SeriesMacmillan, 1884 - 288 ˹éÒ |
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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 , I Made ...
... 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 , I Made ...
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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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... of my 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.
... of my 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.
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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 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 201 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
˹éÒ 278 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go ! Be our joys three-parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
˹éÒ 273 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator, —the end, what began ? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can...
˹éÒ 200 - And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
˹éÒ 282 - 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 262 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! no spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing, nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock — The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, — the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, — the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
˹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 277 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!