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" Gr-rr — there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you! What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming? Oh, that rose has prior claims — Needs its leaden vase filled... "
The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning - หน้า 10
โดย Robert Browning - 1891
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The American Journal of Psychology, เล่มที่ 17

Granville Stanley Hall, Edward Bradford Titchener, Karl M. Dallenbach, Madison Bentley, Edwin Garrigues Boring, Margaret Floy Washburn - 1906 - 626 หน้า
...stanza may be quoted: "Gr-rr — there you go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you ! What, your myrtle bush needs trimming? Oh, that rose has prior claims — Needs its leaden vase filled brimming...

The American Journal of Psychology, เล่มที่ 17

Granville Stanley Hall, Edward Bradford Titchener, Karl M. Dallenbach, Madison Bentley, Edwin Garrigues Boring, Margaret Floy Washburn - 1906 - 650 หน้า
...stanza may be quoted: "Gr-rr — there you go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you! What, your myrtle bush needs trimming? Oh, that rose has prior claims — Needs its leaden vase filled brimming...

Quelques aspects de la foi moderne dans les poèmes de Robert Browning

Pierre Berger - 1907 - 124 หน้า
...plans. Elle le fait, et le lendemain elle le voit sur l'échafaud : « C'est un mensonge, 1. Grr — there go, my heart's abhorrence ! Water your damned...Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you ! At the meal we sit together : Salue tibi ! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort of...

English Poems

Edward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul - 1908 - 428 หน้า
...in his heaven — All's right with the world ! SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER GR — R — R — there go, my heart's abhorrence ! Water your damned...filled brimming ? Hell dry you up with its flames ! At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi ! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort of...

Dramatis Personae: & Dramatic Romance & Lyrics

Robert Browning - 1909 - 290 หน้า
..."I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside Smiling the boy fell dead. SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER GR-RR — there go, my heart's abhorrence ! Water...filled brimming? Hell dry you up with its flames! At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort of season,...

Prophecy and Poetry: Studies in Isaiah and Browning

Arthur Rogers - 1909 - 294 หน้า
...that hatred a force which, if it could have been caught and tamed, might have made him a Saint Paul. "Gr-rr-! there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your...damned flower-pots, do ! If hate killed men, Brother Laurence, God's blood, would not mine kill you I" Johannes Agricola meditates upon God. There is something...

The Poetical Works of Robert Browning, เล่มที่ 1

Robert Browning - 1912 - 782 หน้า
...side, and F. right over you, Dry-rot at ease till the Judgment-day ! SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER. GR-RR — there go, my heart's abhorrence ! Water...leaden vase filled brimming ? Hell dry you up with its Barnes ! At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi II must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort...

Luria. A soul's tragedy. Dramatic lyrics. Dramatic romances

Robert Browning - 1912 - 480 หน้า
...THE SPANISH CLOISTER GR-RR — there go, my heart's abhorrence ! Water your damned flower-pots, do 1 If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood,...filled brimming ? Hell dry you up with its flames ! At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi ! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort of...

Essentials in Journalism: A Manual in Newspaper Making for College Classes

Harry Franklin Harrington, Theodore Thomas Frankenberg - 1912 - 362 หน้า
...go, my heart's abhorrence ! Water your damned flower-pots, do ! If hate killed men, Brother Laurence, God's blood, would not mine kill you ! What? Your...filled brimming ? Hell dry you up with its flames ! At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi ! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort of...

Pilgrims of the Lonely Road

Gaius Glenn Atkins - 1913 - 352 หน้า
...a poet's mordant fancy. " Grrr — there go, my heart's abhorrence I Water your damned flower pots, do ! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you 1 " " It is no small matter," we are told, " to dwell in a religious community, or monastery, to hold...




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