Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert BrowningChapman and Hall, 1863 - 411 pages |
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... gift of a nine hundred years old name With anybody's gift . This sort of trifling ? Who'd stoop to blame Even had you skill In speech ( which I have not ) -— to make your will Quite clear to such an one , and say , " Just this Or that ...
... gift of a nine hundred years old name With anybody's gift . This sort of trifling ? Who'd stoop to blame Even had you skill In speech ( which I have not ) -— to make your will Quite clear to such an one , and say , " Just this Or that ...
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... gift of which fortune bereft us , Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They , with the gold to give , doled him out silver , So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags - were they ...
... gift of which fortune bereft us , Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They , with the gold to give , doled him out silver , So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags - were they ...
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... gifts to greet him . XIII . Now , in your land , gipsies reach you , only After reaching all lands beside ; North they go , south they go , trooping or lonely , And still , as they travel far and wide , Catch they and keep now a trace ...
... gifts to greet him . XIII . Now , in your land , gipsies reach you , only After reaching all lands beside ; North they go , south they go , trooping or lonely , And still , as they travel far and wide , Catch they and keep now a trace ...
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... gifts as no 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 whose ...
... gifts as no 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 whose ...
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... gift— To the page who last leaped o'er the fence Of the pit , on no greater pretence Than to get back the bonnet he dropped , Lest his pay for a week should be stopped : So , wiser I judged it to make One trial what ' death for my sake ...
... gift— To the page who last leaped o'er the fence Of the pit , on no greater pretence Than to get back the bonnet he dropped , Lest his pay for a week should be stopped : So , wiser I judged it to make One trial what ' death for my sake ...
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Page 30 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Page 29 - Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew, "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through. Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Page 14 - 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!
Page 19 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "Tis clear...
Page 234 - 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...
Page 26 - I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me. For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, Joining the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And everything was strange and new...
Page 231 - Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame Struck them tame; And that glory and that shame alike, the gold Bought and sold.
Page 23 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. " Go," cried the Mayor, " and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! " — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, W>th a, " First, if you please, my thousand guilders !
Page 104 - There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth ; A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Blinds it, and makes all error : and, " to know" Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Page 17 - There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it, entails Twenty-nine distinct damnations, One sure, if another fails; If I trip him just a-dying, Sure of heaven as sure can be, Spin him round and send him flying Off to hell, a Manichee?