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Robert Browning Hiram Corson. 1 T Ve ser S the pre thet suge and In sions thou and Ea dex . treat that HA MA JUI TH Tw As ΑΝ CYM THI KIN RIC RIC HEN HEN COR Muc ΚΙΝ ADVERTISEMENTS . --11 OF BROWNING'S WORKS . " Saul .
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... thou affirmest , be of men Mere man , the first and best but nothing more , - Account Him , for reward of what He was , Now and forever , wretchedest of all . For see ; Himself conceived of life as love , 670 Conceived of love as what ...
... thou affirmest , be of men Mere man , the first and best but nothing more , - Account Him , for reward of what He was , Now and forever , wretchedest of all . For see ; Himself conceived of life as love , 670 Conceived of love as what ...
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... thou thy Land , with Love far brought . ' In ' The Lady of Shalott ' is mystically shadowed forth the rela- tion which poetic genius should sustain to the world for whose spiritual redemption it labors , and the fatal consequences of ...
... thou thy Land , with Love far brought . ' In ' The Lady of Shalott ' is mystically shadowed forth the rela- tion which poetic genius should sustain to the world for whose spiritual redemption it labors , and the fatal consequences of ...
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... thou seëst — if indeed I go ( For all my mind is clouded with a doubt ) — To the island - valley of Avilion ; " etc. Mite ha Tennyson's poetry is , in fact , an expression of the highest sub- limation of the scepticism which came out of ...
... thou seëst — if indeed I go ( For all my mind is clouded with a doubt ) — To the island - valley of Avilion ; " etc. Mite ha Tennyson's poetry is , in fact , an expression of the highest sub- limation of the scepticism which came out of ...
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... Thou Forever set'st our table praising , Keep'st the good wine till now ! " V. Meantime , I'll draw you as you stand , With few or none to watch and wonder : I'll say -a fisher , on the sand By Tyre the old , with ocean - plunder , A ...
... Thou Forever set'st our table praising , Keep'st the good wine till now ! " V. Meantime , I'll draw you as you stand , With few or none to watch and wonder : I'll say -a fisher , on the sand By Tyre the old , with ocean - plunder , A ...
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An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry Robert Browning,Hiram Corson ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry Robert Browning,Hiram Corson ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
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˹éÒ 292 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
˹éÒ 22 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
˹éÒ 274 - 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 193 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
˹éÒ 88 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra 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...
˹éÒ 21 - It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose. The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent...
˹éÒ 286 - 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!
˹éÒ 289 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
˹éÒ 331 - 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, forever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
˹éÒ 242 - Though they come back and cannot tell the world. My works are nearer heaven, but I sit here. The sudden blood of these men ! at a word — Praise them, it boils, or blame them, it boils too. I, painting from myself and to myself, Know what I do, am unmoved by men's blame Or their praise either.