 | Robert Browning - 1925 - 394 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... | |
 | Carol T. Christ - 1986 - 192 หน้า
...of the poem, the formulas of the bishop's language fail him as he imagines his corpse in the tomb. There, leave me, there! For ye have stabbed me with...sweat As if the corpse they keep were oozing through. The way in which syntax breaks down at this point shows that it participates in the very world of process... | |
 | Adena Rosmarin - 1985 - 218 หน้า
...the world!" Most of all it would be threatened by the increasing self-consciousness of his illusion: "Clammy squares which sweat as if the corpse they keep were oozing through." But the last three lines release us from the Bishop's imaginative hold and hand us over to the poet's:... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1994 - 718 หน้า
...vizor and a Term, Aad to the tripod ye would tic a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...ye wish it — God, ye wish it! Stone— Gritstone, a-CTur.ible! Clammy squares which sweat As if the corpse they keep were oozing through—- And no more... | |
 | Michael Wheeler - 1994 - 314 หน้า
...monumental mason: And 'neath my tabernacle take my rest, With those nine columns round me, two and two . . . Gritstone, a-crumble! Clammy squares which sweat As if the corpse they keep were oozing through . . . In 'The Bishop Orders his Tomb', the nature of the confusion of death with life reveals the spirituality... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 หน้า
...and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, 1 10 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, tum your backs 120 — Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave me... | |
 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - 2005 - 276 หน้า
...and a Term, And to the tripod ye would tie a lynx 1 10 That in his struggle throws the thyrsus down, To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie...me, there! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude 115 To death - ye wish it - God, ye wish it! Stone Gritstone, a-crumble! Clammy squares which sweat... | |
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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... 
