Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First [-second] Series, Zväzok 2

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Smith, Elder, & Company, 1887

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Strana 126 - My friend, I must speak out at the end, Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips : You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward. 'Faith, our sun was near eclipse ! Demand whate'er you will, France remains your debtor still. Ask to heart's content and have ! or my name 's not Damfreville.
Strana 123 - Here's the English at our heels; would you have them take in tow All that's left us of the fleet, linked together stern and bow, For a prize to Plymouth Sound? Better run the ships aground!
Strana 260 - While man knows partly but conceives beside, "Creeps ever on from fancies to the fact, "And in this striving, this converting air "Into a solid he may grasp and use, "Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, "Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are, "Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Strana 171 - 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!
Strana 118 - Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my castle before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, Chorus — Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Strana 53 - When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up, and all the cottage warm; Which done, she rose, and from her form Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl, And laid her soiled gloves by, untied Her hat and let the damp hair fall, And, last, she sat down by my side And called me.
Strana 11 - How many a month I strove to suit These stubborn fingers to the lute ! To-day I venture all I know. She will not hear my music ? So ! Break the string ; fold music's wing : Suppose Pauline had bade me sing ! m My whole life long I learned to love.
Strana 168 - The common problem, yours, mine, every one's, Is — not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be, — but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means...
Strana 124 - Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron ! " cried its chief. Captains, give the sailor place ! He is admiral, in brief. Still the north wind, by God's grace ! See the noble fellow's face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, Keeps the passage, as its inch of way were the wide...
Strana 117 - Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, s:nging this song.

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