Browning Studies: Being Select Papers by Members of the Browning SocietyEdward Berdoe G. Allen, 1895 - 331 ˹éÒ |
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˹éÒ 170 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
˹éÒ 104 - 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. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...
˹éÒ 86 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
˹éÒ 211 - 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 52 - 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 42 - But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men ; And since, not even while the whirl was worst, Did I — to the wheel of life With shapes and colours rife, Bound dizzily — mistake my end, to slake thy thirst: So, take and use thy work : Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim!
˹éÒ 154 - Since there my past life lies, why alter it? The very wrong to Francis! — it is true I took his coin, was tempted and complied, And built this house and sinned, and all is said.
˹éÒ 154 - Come from the window, Love, — come in, at last, Inside the melancholy little house We built to be so gay with. God is just. King Francis may forgive me.
˹éÒ 54 - 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 149 - Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches...