Lyrical and Dramatic Poems: Selected from the Works of Robert BrowningHenry Holt, 1883 - 275 strán (strany) |
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Strana 52
... reached by the Pagan philosophy , set forth in a letter written , by a wise poet , to Protos , the King . At the end he makes light of the preachings of Paul , who is welcome to the few proselytes he can make among the ignorant slaves ...
... reached by the Pagan philosophy , set forth in a letter written , by a wise poet , to Protos , the King . At the end he makes light of the preachings of Paul , who is welcome to the few proselytes he can make among the ignorant slaves ...
Strana 71
... reached a sturdy growth , but the yield is too profuse , of a fruit that still grows sourer from year to year . 66 Nevertheless , this poet , like all men of genius , has happy seasons in which , by some remarkable per- formance , he ...
... reached a sturdy growth , but the yield is too profuse , of a fruit that still grows sourer from year to year . 66 Nevertheless , this poet , like all men of genius , has happy seasons in which , by some remarkable per- formance , he ...
Strana 100
... fall , Let once my army leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall , ” — Out ' twixt the battery - smokes there flew A rider , bound on bound Full - galloping ; nor bridle drew Until he reached IOO INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.
... fall , Let once my army leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall , ” — Out ' twixt the battery - smokes there flew A rider , bound on bound Full - galloping ; nor bridle drew Until he reached IOO INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.
Strana 101
... reached the mound . III . 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 thro ' ) You looked twice ...
... reached the mound . III . 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 thro ' ) You looked twice ...
Strana 115
... from hearth to door , - Was he pushed , a very log , staircase along , until A certain turn in the steps was reached , a yard from the house - door - sill . Then the father opened his eyes each spark of their Halbert and Hob . 115.
... from hearth to door , - Was he pushed , a very log , staircase along , until A certain turn in the steps was reached , a yard from the house - door - sill . Then the father opened his eyes each spark of their Halbert and Hob . 115.
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Lyrical and Dramatic Poems: Selected from the Works of Robert Browning Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1883 |
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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!