Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First SeriesMacmillan, 1884 - 288 strán (strany) |
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... hands Worked busily a day , and there she stands . Will ' t please you sit and look at her ? I said " Frà Pandolf " by design : for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance , The depth and passion of its earnest glance ...
... hands Worked busily a day , and there she stands . Will ' t please you sit and look at her ? I said " Frà Pandolf " by design : for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance , The depth and passion of its earnest glance ...
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... hands " Dug the trap , set the snare on the sands , " With no King and no Court to applaud , 66 By no shame , should he shrink , overawed , “ Yet to capture the creature made shift , " That his rude boys might laugh at the gift , 66 -To ...
... hands " Dug the trap , set the snare on the sands , " With no King and no Court to applaud , 66 By no shame , should he shrink , overawed , “ Yet to capture the creature made shift , " That his rude boys might laugh at the gift , 66 -To ...
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... hands and fortunes , " And I fetch her from over the way , " Her , piano , and long tunes and short tunes ? " XIV No , no you would not be rash , Nor I rasher and something over : You've to settle yet Gibson's hash , And Grisi yet lives ...
... hands and fortunes , " And I fetch her from over the way , " Her , piano , and long tunes and short tunes ? " XIV No , no you would not be rash , Nor I rasher and something over : You've to settle yet Gibson's hash , And Grisi yet lives ...
Strana 26
... hand , his foot In a silken shoe for a leather boot , Petticoated like a herald , In a chamber next to an ante - room , Where he breathed the breath of page and groom , What he called stink , and they , perfume : -They should have set ...
... hand , his foot In a silken shoe for a leather boot , Petticoated like a herald , In a chamber next to an ante - room , Where he breathed the breath of page and groom , What he called stink , and they , perfume : -They should have set ...
Strana 28
... hand , Said , no bird flew past but she inquired What its true name was , nor ever seemed tired— If that was an eagle she saw hover , And the green and grey bird on the field was the plover . When suddenly appeared the Duke : And as ...
... hand , Said , no bird flew past but she inquired What its true name was , nor ever seemed tired— If that was an eagle she saw hover , And the green and grey bird on the field was the plover . When suddenly appeared the Duke : And as ...
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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, Zväzok 1 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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beauty blood breast breath brow cheek church Clement Marot dare dead dear drop Duke Duke's earth eyes face feast fire flesh flowers furled sail galloped Gipsy Gismond give glass mask God's gold grace grew grey hair hand hauberk head hear heart heaven hope hot eyes Jacynth King kiss labdanum lady lady's laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or mind Moldavia mouth neath neck never night o'er once paint pass past PIPPA PASSES Pornic praise pride rest ride rose round Saint Setebos shut singing cave sings sleep smile song soul speak star stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro Titians TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S travertine truth turn twixt Ulpian VIII vulgar pigeon Waring watch wings wonder word youth Zeus
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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!