Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, Zväzok 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... lady's wrist too much , ” or “ Paint " Must never hope to reproduce the faint " Half - flush that dies along her throat : " such stuff Was courtesy , she thought , and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy . She had A FACE . MY ...
... lady's wrist too much , ” or “ Paint " Must never hope to reproduce the faint " Half - flush that dies along her throat : " such stuff Was courtesy , she thought , and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy . She had A FACE . MY ...
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... lady there , There already , to eternally reprove me ? ( " Hist ! " said Kate the queen ; But " Oh , " cried the maiden , binding her tresses , " ' T is only a page that carols unseen , " Crumbling your hounds their messes ! " ) II Is ...
... lady there , There already , to eternally reprove me ? ( " Hist ! " said Kate the queen ; But " Oh , " cried the maiden , binding her tresses , " ' T is only a page that carols unseen , " Crumbling your hounds their messes ! " ) II Is ...
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... ladies , like clouds which bedizen At sunset the western horizon . And Sir de Lorge pressed ' mid the foremost With the dame he professed to adore most— Oh , what a face ! One by fits eyed Her , and the horrible pitside ; For the ...
... ladies , like clouds which bedizen At sunset the western horizon . And Sir de Lorge pressed ' mid the foremost With the dame he professed to adore most— Oh , what a face ! One by fits eyed Her , and the horrible pitside ; For the ...
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... lady was seated And full in the face of its owner Flung the glove . " Your heart's queen , you dethrone her ? " So should I ! " - cried the King- " ' t was mere vanity , " Not love , set that task to humanity ! " Lords and ladies alike ...
... lady was seated And full in the face of its owner Flung the glove . " Your heart's queen , you dethrone her ? " So should I ! " - cried the King- " ' t was mere vanity , " Not love , set that task to humanity ! " Lords and ladies alike ...
Strana 16
... lady could spurn , " Must offer my love in return . " When I looked on your lion , it brought " All the dangers at once to my thought , " Encountered by all sorts of men , " Before he was lodged in his den , - " From the poor slave ...
... lady could spurn , " Must offer my love in return . " When I looked on your lion , it brought " All the dangers at once to my thought , " Encountered by all sorts of men , " Before he was lodged in his den , - " From the poor slave ...
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Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First Series Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First Series Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First ..., Zväzky 1–2 Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
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Strana 214 - 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...
Strana 56 - 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. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Strana 201 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; 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.
Strana 209 - 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 281 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? Not on the vulgar mass Called "work...
Strana 2 - Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
Strana 200 - Why, there it had stood, to see, nor the process so wonderworth : 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...
Strana 278 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Strana 263 - ... the rest. And thy brothers, the help and the contest, the working whence grew Such result as, from seething grape-bundles, the spirit strained true : And the friends of thy boyhood — that boyhood of wonder and hope, Present promise and wealth of the future beyond the eye's scope...
Strana 272 - There's a faculty pleasant to exercise, hard to hoodwink, I am fain to keep still in abeyance, (I laugh as I think) Lest, insisting to claim and parade in it, wot ye, I worst E'en the Giver in one gift — Behold, I could love if I durst!