Robert Browning's Poetical Works: In a balcony. Dramatis personæSmith, Elder, & Company, 1889 |
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Robert Browning's Poetical Works: In a balcony. Dramatis personæ Robert Browning Zobrazenie úryvkov - 1889 |
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Antichrist Bactrian beast beauty believe brain breath brow Caliban Cerinthus cheat cheek Christ clay Constance death Don't fear doubt dream earth eyes face fact fancy fear feel fingers fire flesh fool gain give gold grace grow hair hand hate hath head hear heart heaven hope hopes and fears kiss laugh life's lips little voice live look Louis-d'or love's madam man's mind mouth neath never Norbert nosegay nought o'er once Patmos play Pornic praise prove Queen raps ROBERT BROWNING round Saint Paul sake Setebos Sludge smile soul soul's speak star stop suppose tell thank thee There's things thou thought three sound touch tricks true truth turn twixt Valens What's whole wonder word worth Xanthus youth
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Strana 109 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Strana 111 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go ! Be our joys three-parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe.
Strana 168 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all.
Strana 116 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
Strana 105 - And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Strana 117 - Thoughts hardly to be packed into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, all men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Strana 104 - All through my keys that gave their sounds to a wish of my soul, All through my soul that praised as its wish flowed visibly forth, All through music and me ! For think, had I painted the whole, Why, there it had stood, to see, nor the process so wonderworth : Had I written the same, made verse — still, effect proceeds from cause, Ye know why the forms are fair, ye hear how the tale is told ; It is all triumphant art, but art in obedience to laws, Painter and poet are proud in the artist-list enrolled...
Strana 102 - Ah, one and all, how they helped, would dispart now and now combine, Zealous to hasten the work, heighten their master his praise ! And one would bury his brow with a blind plunge down to hell, Burrow awhile and build, broad on the roots of things, Then up again swim into sight, having based me my palace well, Founded it, fearless of flame, flat on the nether springs.
Strana 110 - On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird?
Strana 118 - He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance, This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest : Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent, Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.