The Complete Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert BrowningHoughton Mifflin, 1895 - 1033 หน้า |
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Anael Arezzo beside Brac breast breath brow child Cleves crown D'Ormea dare death deed Djabal doubt dream Druses Duch earth Ecelin eyes face faith fancy fear Fest Festus Fisc flesh Florence fool Ghibellin give God's Goito Guelf Guido hand hate head hear heart heaven hope husband Jacynth King Lady Car laugh leave lips live Lombardy look Lord Loys man's Mantua mind Molinists naught neath never night Nuncio o'er once Paracelsus Pietro Pisa Polyxena Pompilia poor praise priest prove Queen Rome round sake seemed smile Sordello soul speak stand Straf Strafford strange sure tell thee there's thing Thorold thou thought Tresh true truth turn twixt Valence Vane Venice wait What's wife word wrong youth
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หน้า 247 - 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.
หน้า 160 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
หน้า 266 - Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane ; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air), There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling : Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering. Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering. And like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running.
หน้า 276 - 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 248 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least. She thanked men, — good ; but thanked Somehow . . I know not how . . as if she ranked My gift of a nine hundred years old name With anybody's gift.
หน้า 265 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. 'Go,' cried the Mayor, 'and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!' - when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, 'First, if you please, my thousand guilders!
หน้า 160 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
หน้า 248 - 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...
หน้า 266 - And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!
หน้า 391 - I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, 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...