The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Strana 216
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Admetos Alkestis Athens Bateleurs beauty beside breast breath Cerinthus crown dæmons dare dead death doubt dream earth Elvire Euripides eyes face faith fancy fear Fifine fire flesh fool gain give glory God's grace Guido Reni Hades hand hate head hear heart heaven Herakles Hohenstiel-Schwangau hope hopes and fears Kameiros keep laugh leave Leicester Square life's light live look Louis-d'or man's means mind Moirai mouth neath never nought o'er once paint plain play Pornic praise prove Queen round sake sense Setebos Sludge smile soul soul's speak stand sure tell thee there's Theseus Thessalian things thou thought Thrace touch true truth turn twixt what's whence whole wife woman wonder word Zeus
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Strana 185 - Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe: But God has a few of us whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome: 'tis we musicians know.
Strana 184 - 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 184 - 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 186 - 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 189 - 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, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Strana 91 - And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my ears, About the life before I lived this life, And this life too, popes, cardinals and priests, Saint Praxed at his sermon on the mount...
Strana 71 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Strana 125 - This: no artist lives and loves, that longs not Once, and only once, and for one only, (Ah, the prize!) to find his love a language Fit and fair and simple and sufficient — Using nature that's an art to others, Not, this one time, art that's turned his nature. Ay, of all the artists living, loving, None but would forego his proper dowry, — Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, — Does he write?
Strana 189 - 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...
Strana 77 - Christ (Whose sad face on the cross sees only this After the passion of a thousand years) Till some poor girl, her apron o'er her head, (Which the intense eyes looked through) came at eve On tiptoe, said a word, dropped in a loaf, Her pair of earrings and a bunch of flowers (The brute took growling), prayed, and so was gone.