Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First SeriesMacmillan, 1884 - 288 strán (strany) |
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... ITALIAN IN ENGLAND THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY PICTOR IGNOTUS • FRA LIPPO LIPPI • · 133 · 141 141 · 146 154 . 158 160 ANDREA DEL SARTO THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH • A TOCCATA OF ...
... ITALIAN IN ENGLAND THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY PICTOR IGNOTUS • FRA LIPPO LIPPI • · 133 · 141 141 · 146 154 . 158 160 ANDREA DEL SARTO THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH • A TOCCATA OF ...
Strana 82
... Italy at last And youth , by green degrees . VI I follow wherever I am led , Knowing so well the leader's hand : Oh woman - country , wooed not wed , Loved all the more by earth's male - lands , Laid to their hearts instead ! VII Look ...
... Italy at last And youth , by green degrees . VI I follow wherever I am led , Knowing so well the leader's hand : Oh woman - country , wooed not wed , Loved all the more by earth's male - lands , Laid to their hearts instead ! VII Look ...
Strana 141
... Far brighter than this gaudy melon - flower ! THE ITALIAN IN ENGLAND . THAT second time they hunted me From hill to plain , from shore to sea , And Austria , hounding far and wide Her blood - hounds thro ' the country - side WARING . 141.
... Far brighter than this gaudy melon - flower ! THE ITALIAN IN ENGLAND . THAT second time they hunted me From hill to plain , from shore to sea , And Austria , hounding far and wide Her blood - hounds thro ' the country - side WARING . 141.
Strana 142
... passed , I threw my glove to strike the last , Taking the chance : she did not start , Much less cry out , but stooped apart , One instant rapidly glanced round , And saw me beckon from the ground . A wild 142 THE ITALIAN IN ENGLAND .
... passed , I threw my glove to strike the last , Taking the chance : she did not start , Much less cry out , but stooped apart , One instant rapidly glanced round , And saw me beckon from the ground . A wild 142 THE ITALIAN IN ENGLAND .
Strana 143
... Italy I feared . An hour , and she returned alone Exactly where my glove was thrown . Meanwhile came many thoughts ; on me Rested the hopes of Italy ; I had devised a certain tale Which , when ' t was told her , could not fail Persuade ...
... Italy I feared . An hour , and she returned alone Exactly where my glove was thrown . Meanwhile came many thoughts ; on me Rested the hopes of Italy ; I had devised a certain tale Which , when ' t was told her , could not fail Persuade ...
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Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First series Robert Browning Úplné zobrazenie - 1896 |
Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First Series 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 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 201 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, 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 278 - 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 273 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator, —the end, what began ? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can...
Strana 200 - 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 282 - 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 262 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! 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 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 277 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!