Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First SeriesMacmillan, 1884 - 288 ˹éÒ |
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... praise , these in envy ; And , in short , stood so plain a head taller That he wooed and won • • • how do you call her ? The beauty , that rose in the sequel To the King's love , who loved her a week well . And ' t was noticed he never ...
... praise , these in envy ; And , in short , stood so plain a head taller That he wooed and won • • • how do you call her ? The beauty , that rose in the sequel To the King's love , who loved her a week well . And ' t was noticed he never ...
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... praising ; To praise , you search the wide world over ; Then why not witness , calmly gazing , If earth holds aught — speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this , I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! A SERENADE AT THE ...
... praising ; To praise , you search the wide world over ; Then why not witness , calmly gazing , If earth holds aught — speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this , I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! A SERENADE AT THE ...
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... praise or blame . They bore it all in complacent guise , As though an artificer , after contriving A wheel - work image as if it were living , Should find with delight it could motion to strike him So found the Duke , and his mother ...
... praise or blame . They bore it all in complacent guise , As though an artificer , after contriving A wheel - work image as if it were living , Should find with delight it could motion to strike him So found the Duke , and his mother ...
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... praise , " Our shame to feel , our pride to show , " Glad , angry - but indifferent , no ! " Whether it be thy lot to go , " For the good of us all , where the haters meet , " In the crowded city's horrible street ; “ Or thou step alone ...
... praise , " Our shame to feel , our pride to show , " Glad , angry - but indifferent , no ! " Whether it be thy lot to go , " For the good of us all , where the haters meet , " In the crowded city's horrible street ; “ Or thou step alone ...
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... praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent . SONG FROM " PARACELSUS . ” I HEAP cassia ...
... praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent . SONG FROM " PARACELSUS . ” I HEAP cassia ...
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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!