Lyrical and Dramatic Poems: Selected from the Works of Robert BrowningHenry Holt, 1883 - 275 strán (strany) |
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Strana 87
... round As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground , And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than ...
... round As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground , And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than ...
Strana 93
... round till he finds the flap in the folding , for night combines With the robber up to crime , and such is he : Duhl , covetous Must wring from Hóseyn's grasp the Pearl , by what- ever the wrench . " He was hunger - bitten , I heard : I ...
... round till he finds the flap in the folding , for night combines With the robber up to crime , and such is he : Duhl , covetous Must wring from Hóseyn's grasp the Pearl , by what- ever the wrench . " He was hunger - bitten , I heard : I ...
Strana 121
... round us villagers all : they meant we should see the sight And take the example , see , not speak , for speech was the Captain's right . " You clowns on the slope , beware ! " cried he · " This woman about to die Gives by her fate fair ...
... round us villagers all : they meant we should see the sight And take the example , see , not speak , for speech was the Captain's right . " You clowns on the slope , beware ! " cried he · " This woman about to die Gives by her fate fair ...
Strana 123
... round casement in famous leaf . ' 66 But all for a blind ! she soon glides frank into ' Horrid the place is grown With Officers here and Privates there , no nook we may call our own : And Farmer Giles has a tribe to house , and lodging ...
... round casement in famous leaf . ' 66 But all for a blind ! she soon glides frank into ' Horrid the place is grown With Officers here and Privates there , no nook we may call our own : And Farmer Giles has a tribe to house , and lodging ...
Strana 141
... round his neck A scarf of red and yellow stripe , To match with his coat of the self same cheque ; And at the scarf's end hung a pipe ; And his fingers , they noticed , were ever straying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe ...
... round his neck A scarf of red and yellow stripe , To match with his coat of the self same cheque ; And at the scarf's end hung a pipe ; And his fingers , they noticed , were ever straying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe ...
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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!