An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's PoetryD. C. Heath & Company, 1886 - 338 ˹éÒ |
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... telling him about the study of his works in the United States , I alluded to the divided opinion as to the meaning of the above expression in ' My Last Duchess , ' some understanding that the commands were to put the Duchess to death ...
... telling him about the study of his works in the United States , I alluded to the divided opinion as to the meaning of the above expression in ' My Last Duchess , ' some understanding that the commands were to put the Duchess to death ...
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... tell What his horny throat expresseth , And to him the tiger's yell Comes articulate and presseth On his ear like mother tongue . " 1 1 " We often think of Shelley and Keats together , and they seem to have an attraction for minds of ...
... tell What his horny throat expresseth , And to him the tiger's yell Comes articulate and presseth On his ear like mother tongue . " 1 1 " We often think of Shelley and Keats together , and they seem to have an attraction for minds of ...
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... tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well . How good is man's life , the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy ! " Though this is said in the person of the ...
... tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well . How good is man's life , the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy ! " Though this is said in the person of the ...
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... telling truth , which truth , by when it reaches him , looks false , seems to be just the thing it would supplant ... tell a truth obliquely , do the thing shall breed the thought , " that is , bring what is implicit within the soul ...
... telling truth , which truth , by when it reaches him , looks false , seems to be just the thing it would supplant ... tell a truth obliquely , do the thing shall breed the thought , " that is , bring what is implicit within the soul ...
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... telling the judges , before whom he has been summoned , the story of the letters forged by Guido to entrap him and Pom- pilia , and of his having seen " right through the thing that tried to pass for truth and solid , not an empty lie ...
... telling the judges , before whom he has been summoned , the story of the letters forged by Guido to entrap him and Pom- pilia , and of his having seen " right through the thing that tried to pass for truth and solid , not an empty lie ...
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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 |
An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry Robert Browning,Hiram Corson ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
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˹éÒ 22 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man. Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. 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...
˹éÒ 274 - Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before...
˹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 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 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 321 - 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 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 266 - To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask " Do I live, am I dead?" There, leave me, there ! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death — ye wish it — God, ye wish it ! Stone...
˹éÒ 242 - That arm is wrongly put — and there again A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines, Its body, so to speak: its soul is right, He means right - that, a child may understand.
˹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!