Dramatis PersonœTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 262 strán (strany) |
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Strana 9
... the power of publishing in America this and every subsequent work of mine may rest exclusively with your house . I am , my dear Sirs , With high esteem , Yours faithfully , ROBERT BROWNING . CONTENTS . PAGE JAMES LEE 13 • GOLD HAIR :
... the power of publishing in America this and every subsequent work of mine may rest exclusively with your house . I am , my dear Sirs , With high esteem , Yours faithfully , ROBERT BROWNING . CONTENTS . PAGE JAMES LEE 13 • GOLD HAIR :
Strana 11
Robert Browning. CONTENTS . PAGE JAMES LEE 13 • GOLD HAIR : A LEGEND OF PORNIC 37 THE WORST OF IT 47 Dis ALITER VISUM ; OR , LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS 57 TOO LATE 67 ABT VOGLER 77 RABBI BEN EZRA . 87 A DEATH IN THE DESERT 101 CALIBAN UPON ...
Robert Browning. CONTENTS . PAGE JAMES LEE 13 • GOLD HAIR : A LEGEND OF PORNIC 37 THE WORST OF IT 47 Dis ALITER VISUM ; OR , LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS 57 TOO LATE 67 ABT VOGLER 77 RABBI BEN EZRA . 87 A DEATH IN THE DESERT 101 CALIBAN UPON ...
Strana 19
... lingers No glint of the gold , Summer sent for her sake : How the vines writhe in rows , each impaled on its stake ! My heart shrivels up , and my spirit shrinks curled . 3 . Yet here are we two ; we have JAMES LEE . 19.
... lingers No glint of the gold , Summer sent for her sake : How the vines writhe in rows , each impaled on its stake ! My heart shrivels up , and my spirit shrinks curled . 3 . Yet here are we two ; we have JAMES LEE . 19.
Strana 36
... these coarse hanks of hair , And your skin , this bark of a gnarled tree , - - You might turn myself ; should I know or care , When I should be dead of joy , James Lee ? GOLD HAIR : A LEGEND OF PORNIC . GOLD HAIR 36 JAMES LEE .
... these coarse hanks of hair , And your skin , this bark of a gnarled tree , - - You might turn myself ; should I know or care , When I should be dead of joy , James Lee ? GOLD HAIR : A LEGEND OF PORNIC . GOLD HAIR 36 JAMES LEE .
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ABT VOGLER awhile beast believe brain breath brute CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS Cerinthus cheat Christ clay dead death Don't fear doubt earth eyes face fact fancy fear feel fingers fire flesh fool gain ghost give gold grow hair hand HARVARD COLLEGE hate hath head hear heart Heaven hopes and fears Jameson's Judge laugh life's lips live look Louis-d'or man's mind mouth NATURAL THEOLOGY naught never o'er once pain play Poems Pornic praise prove raps ROBERT BROWNING round Saint Paul Setebos sigh Sludge smile soul speak spirit stars stop strange day suppose sure tell thee There's things thou thought TICKNOR AND FIELDS to-day touch tricks truth turn Valens watch what's whole wonder word worth Xanthus youth
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Strana 162 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Strana 83 - 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 84 - Therefore to whom turn I but to Thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, Thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from Thee who art ever the same? Doubt that Thy power can fill the heart that Thy power expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before...
Strana 97 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Strana 91 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Strana 93 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Strana 91 - 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 96 - 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? XXIII Not on the vulgar mass Called 'work,' must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand.
Strana 79 - ... angels that soar, legions of demons that lurk, Man, brute, reptile, fly, — alien of end and of aim, Adverse, each from the other heaven-high, hell-deep removed, — Should rush into sight at once as he named the ineffable Name, And pile him a palace straight, to pleasure the princess he loved ! a.
Strana 92 - I see the whole design, I, who saw power, see now love perfect too: Perfect I call thy plan: Thanks that I was a man! Maker, remake, complete, — I trust what thou shalt do!