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" 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... "
An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry - หน้า 266
โดย Robert Browning, Hiram Corson - 1886 - 338 หน้า
มุมมองทั้งเล่ม - เกี่ยวกับหนังสือเล่มนี้

Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, เล่มที่ 3

1845 - 656 หน้า
...mother's for my soul, Or to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature 'Whereon I am to lie...am I dead ? " There, leave me, there! For ye have stabb'd me with ingratitude To death — ye wish it — God, ye wish it! Stone — Gritstone, a-crumble!...

Poems: A blot in the 'scutcheon

Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...world ! Well, go ! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row : and, going, turn your backs — Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave me in...

Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning

Robert Browning - 1863 - 430 หน้า
...visor and a term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...world ! Well, go ! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row : and, going, turn your backs — Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave me in...

Poems, เล่มที่ 2

Robert Browning - 1864 - 436 หน้า
...fill my vase With grapes, and add a vizor and a Term, That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...world ! Well, go ! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row : and, going, turn your backs — Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave me in...

Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, เล่มที่ 6

Penny readings - 1867 - 270 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, And to the tripods ye would tie a lynx, That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature, Whereon I am to lie...world ! Well, go ! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row : and going, turn your backs Ay, like departing altar ministrants, And leave me in my...

The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ...: Pauline. Paracelsus. Strafford. 1872

Robert Browning - 1872 - 310 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...the world! Well go! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row: and, going, turn your backs — Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave me in...

Selections from [his] Poetical Works

Robert Browning - 1874 - 372 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...ingratitude To death : ye wish it — God, ye wish it ! StoneGritstone, a-crumble ! Clammy squares which sweat As if the corpse they keep were oozing through...

Living English Poets: MDCCCLXXXII.

1883 - 378 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...world ! Well go ! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row : and, going, turn your backs — Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave me in...

Living English Poets: MDCCCLXXXII.

1883 - 378 หน้า
...vi/.or and a Term, i i'i ilc iiii.iid ye would tie a lynx in ioiHil'" throws the thyrsus down, i ".- mi my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask...there ! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death—ye wish it—God, ye wish it! Stone— Gritstone, a-crumble ! Clammy squares which sweat As...

Living English poets [selections from their works].

English poets - 1883 - 364 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, Whereon I am to lie till I must ask " Do I live, am...there ! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death—ye wish it—God, ye wish it! Stone— Gritstone, a-crumble ! Clammy squares which sweat As...




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