| Robert Browning - 1898 - 236 ˹éÒ
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| Robinson Ellis, Alfred Denis Godley - 1899 - 298 ˹éÒ
...they break?' Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part, Have thy pleasure ! How perplexed Grows belief! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next? Is it God? LXI Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild ; In Wit, a Man ; Simplicity, a Child : With native Humour... | |
| Robert Browning - 1899 - 456 ˹éÒ
...break ? " x. Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part, Have thy pleasure ! How perplexed Grows belief ! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next ? Is it God? WOMEN AND ROSES. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me... | |
| Robert Browning - 1899 - 460 ˹éÒ
...break ? " x. Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part. Have thy pleasure ! How perplexed Grows belief ! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next ? Is it God? WOMEN AND ROSES. i. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to... | |
| George Santayana - 1900 - 310 ˹éÒ
...crown of life, is so gross that at times he cannot help perceiving it. " How perplexed Grows belief ! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next ? Is it God? " Yes, he will tell us. These passions and follies, however desperate in themselves and however vain... | |
| Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 ˹éÒ
...But they break ?" Dear, the pang is brief. Do thy part, Have thy pleasure. How perplext Grows belief? at every pilgrim passing by May pity and deplore My case, and read the reason why I can l ? ROBERT BKOWXGIO. Soxo. LAY a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew : Maidens, willow branches bear;... | |
| Edward Dowden - 1904 - 470 ˹éÒ
...of a heart : Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part, Have thy pleasure ! How perplexed Grows belief ! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it and what comes next ? Is it God ? And with no chilling of love on the man's part, this is the point of central pain, in that poem of... | |
| Robert Browning - 1904 - 346 ˹éÒ
...they break ? " Dear, the pang is brief. Do thy part, Have thy pleasure. How perplext Grows belief! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart. , Crumble it — and what comes next ? Is it God ? OLD PICTURES IN FLORENCE THE morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap,... | |
| Alice Woods - 1904 - 396 ˹éÒ
...Humph!" he grumbled; "when Stetson sees your red eyes I'll just about get discharged !" CHAPTER XII Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next? Is it God? — BROWNING. "As it happened in your house, that makes it all your fault, and that makes it your duty... | |
| Frederick William von Herbert - 1906 - 298 ˹éÒ
...Turkish). " Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part, Have thy pleasure I How perplexed Grows belief I Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next ? " BBOWNINO (" In a Year "). t~~-"'HE Yellow Cat on the hilltop stood, With her eyes of glittering... | |
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