Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert BrowningChautauqua Press, 1885 - 137 strán (strany) |
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Strana 44
... wonder that some have understood it of the higher love , and to the question of the first line would give the answer , " God . " Nor can it be said that the thought is alien - rather is it close akin ; for is not the earthly love , when ...
... wonder that some have understood it of the higher love , and to the question of the first line would give the answer , " God . " Nor can it be said that the thought is alien - rather is it close akin ; for is not the earthly love , when ...
Strana 53
... wonder : I'll say a fisher , on the sand - By Tyre the old , with ocean - plunder , A netful , brought to land . VI . Who has not heard how Tyrian shells Enclosed the blue , that dye of dyes Whereof one drop worked miracles , And ...
... wonder : I'll say a fisher , on the sand - By Tyre the old , with ocean - plunder , A netful , brought to land . VI . Who has not heard how Tyrian shells Enclosed the blue , that dye of dyes Whereof one drop worked miracles , And ...
Strana 62
... wonder- worth . 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 ...
... wonder- worth . 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 ...
Strana 68
... , ( Taken to his beating bosom by it ) Lean and list the bosom - beats of Rafael , Would we not ? than wonder at Madonnas- Her , San Sisto names , and Her , Foligno 68 ONE WORD MORE SAUL AN EPISTLE CHRISTMAS-EVE EASTER-DAY PAGE I II.
... , ( Taken to his beating bosom by it ) Lean and list the bosom - beats of Rafael , Would we not ? than wonder at Madonnas- Her , San Sisto names , and Her , Foligno 68 ONE WORD MORE SAUL AN EPISTLE CHRISTMAS-EVE EASTER-DAY PAGE I II.
Strana 74
... wonder of the moon - struck mortal— When she turns round , comes again in heaven , Opens out anew for worse or better ! Proves she like some portent of an iceberg Swimming full upon the ship it founders , Hungry with huge teeth of ...
... wonder of the moon - struck mortal— When she turns round , comes again in heaven , Opens out anew for worse or better ! Proves she like some portent of an iceberg Swimming full upon the ship it founders , Hungry with huge teeth of ...
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Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert ... Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1885 |
Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert ... Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1885 |
Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert ... Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1885 |
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Strana 34 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote...
Strana 12 - Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Strana 48 - 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 63 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws : that made them, and, lo, they are ! 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 14 - So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Strana 34 - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
Strana 83 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in! It is by no breath, Turn of eye, wave of hand, that salvation joins issue with death...
Strana 45 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.
Strana 86 - And thus looking within and around me, I ever renew (With that stoop of the soul which in bending upraises it too) The submission of man's nothing-perfect to God's all-complete, As by each new obeisance in spirit, I climb to his feet.
Strana 11 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That 's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture...