Lyrical and Dramatic Poems: Selected from the Works of Robert BrowningHenry Holt, 1883 - 275 strán (strany) |
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Strana 95
... he performs the rape . He has set the tent - door wide , has buckled the girth , has clipped The headstall away from the wrist he leaves thrice bound as before , He springs on the Pearl , is launched on the Muleykeh . 95.
... he performs the rape . He has set the tent - door wide , has buckled the girth , has clipped The headstall away from the wrist he leaves thrice bound as before , He springs on the Pearl , is launched on the Muleykeh . 95.
Strana 96
... bound by bound , but a horse- length off at last , For the Pearl has missed the tap of the heel , the touch of the bit . She shortens her stride , she chafes at her rider 96 Muleykeh .
... bound by bound , but a horse- length off at last , For the Pearl has missed the tap of the heel , the touch of the bit . She shortens her stride , she chafes at her rider 96 Muleykeh .
Strana 100
... bound on bound Full - galloping ; nor bridle drew Until he reached IOO INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.
... bound on bound Full - galloping ; nor bridle drew Until he reached IOO INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.
Strana 108
... bound , Clears the entry like a hound , Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound ! See , safe through shoal and rock , How they follow in a flock ! Not a ship that misbehaves , not a keel that grates the ground ...
... bound , Clears the entry like a hound , Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound ! See , safe through shoal and rock , How they follow in a flock ! Not a ship that misbehaves , not a keel that grates the ground ...
Strana 130
... bound , and your soul reached hers ! There is clenched in your hand the thing , signed , sealed , the paper which plain avers She is innocent , innocent , plain as print , with the King's Arms broad engraved : No one can hear , but if ...
... bound , and your soul reached hers ! There is clenched in your hand the thing , signed , sealed , the paper which plain avers She is innocent , innocent , plain as print , with the King's Arms broad engraved : No one can hear , but if ...
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Lyrical and Dramatic Poems: Selected from the Works of Robert Browning Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1883 |
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Abt Vogler admirers Anael beauty blue breast breath brow Browning's Buhéyseh careless rapture classic unities Colombe's Birthday coward cried dead death Djabal dramatic dramatic lyrics Duhl English eyes face fault fear fool galloped genius gift Give a rouse glass mask God's gold Great-hearted gentlemen guilders half Hamelin hand hate head heart heaven hell Hervé Riel Hóseyn Julius Cæsar King Charles Last Duchess laugh lips lives look Luria master Mayor Muléykeh nature neck never night numbers o'er once Ottima Paracelsus passion Pearl piece pipe Piper Pippa Passes play poems poet poet's poetry praise prose rats Robert Browning round saddle Saul Sebald seems side smile Sordello soul speak speech spirit stood sure sure as fate thee theme there's thing thou thought thro tion true turn twas verse Weser wife wild word
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Strana 239 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Strana 143 - Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — . Followed the Piper for their lives. From street to street he piped advancing, And step for step they followed dancing, Until they came to the river Weser, Wherein all plunged and perished! • ' -^Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry (As he,...
Strana 87 - And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall. Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his...
Strana 111 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve
Strana 83 - Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Strana 249 - No spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Strana 229 - Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little...
Strana 101 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Strana 240 - Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Strana 274 - 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. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!