Men and Women and SordellaHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... ! there wanted not a touch , A tang of ... well , it was not wholly ease As back into your mind the man's look came Stricken in years a little , - such a brow - His eyes had to live under ! - clear as HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY . 127.
... ! there wanted not a touch , A tang of ... well , it was not wholly ease As back into your mind the man's look came Stricken in years a little , - such a brow - His eyes had to live under ! - clear as HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY . 127.
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Robert Browning. His eyes had to live under ! - clear as flint On either side the formidable nose Curved , cut , and coloured , like an eagle's claw . Had he to do with A.'s surprising fate ? When altogether old B. disappeared And young ...
Robert Browning. His eyes had to live under ! - clear as flint On either side the formidable nose Curved , cut , and coloured , like an eagle's claw . Had he to do with A.'s surprising fate ? When altogether old B. disappeared And young ...
หน้า 155
... Live through the day and bustle as you please . And so you live to sleep as I to wake , To unbelieve as I to still believe ? Well , and the common sense of the world calls you Bed - ridden , — and its good things come to me . Its ...
... Live through the day and bustle as you please . And so you live to sleep as I to wake , To unbelieve as I to still believe ? Well , and the common sense of the world calls you Bed - ridden , — and its good things come to me . Its ...
หน้า 163
... live a dozen years , Fight Austerlitz for reasons such and such ? No : for , concede me but the merest chance Doubt may be wrong- there's judgment , life to come ! With just that chance , I dare not . Doubt proves right ? This present ...
... live a dozen years , Fight Austerlitz for reasons such and such ? No : for , concede me but the merest chance Doubt may be wrong- there's judgment , life to come ! With just that chance , I dare not . Doubt proves right ? This present ...
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... live , he could but sit at home . And get himself in dreams the Vatican , Greek busts , Venetian paintings , Roman walls , And English books , none equal to his own , Which I read , bound in gold , ( he never did . ) - - Terni and ...
... live , he could but sit at home . And get himself in dreams the Vatican , Greek busts , Venetian paintings , Roman walls , And English books , none equal to his own , Which I read , bound in gold , ( he never did . ) - - Terni and ...
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Adelaide Arbalist aught Azzo beauty beside blood breath brow CONSTANCE crown dare dead deed dream earth Ecelin Eglamor eyes face fain faith fancy fate fear Ferrara flesh flowers Ghibellin Giotto give God's Goito grace gray grew Guelf hair hand head heart heaven Henry Cabot Lodge hope Household Edition Illustrated John laugh leave life's lips live Lombardy look man's Mantua mind Naddo neath never night NORBERT o'er once Padua paint Palma past Podestà Poems poet praise prove QUEEN rest Romano Rome rose round Saint Boniface Salinguerra sleep smile song Sordello soul speak strange sure Taurello thee there's thing thou thought thro till Song true truth turn twixt Verona Vicenza vols what's whence whole wonder word youth Zeus
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หน้า 282 - 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, for ever : a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! See the Christ stand ! " XIX I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.
หน้า 53 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
หน้า 334 - 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 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
หน้า 264 - And I paused, held my breath in such silence, and listened apart; And the tent shook, for mighty Saul shuddered: and sparkles 'gan dart From the jewels that woke in his turban, at once with a start, All its lordly male-sapphires, and rubies courageous at heart. So the head: but the body still moved not, still hung there erect.
หน้า 330 - Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Chafes in the censer. Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citied to the top, Crowded with culture!
หน้า 87 - ALL that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
หน้า 15 - I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes ; Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed me...
หน้า 343 - Bafael made a century of sonnets, Made and wrote them in a certain volume Dinted with the silver-pointed pencil Else he only used to draw Madonnas : These, the world might view — but One, the volume. Who that one, you ask ? Your heart instructs you.
หน้า 152 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps ! We look on helplessly.