An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's PoetryD.C. Heath, 1886 - 367 pages |
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... dead To things ye knew not of , were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile : so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth , inlay , and clip , and fit , Till , like the certain wands of Jacob's wit ...
... dead To things ye knew not of , were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile : so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth , inlay , and clip , and fit , Till , like the certain wands of Jacob's wit ...
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... dead - low tide as Mr. Gosse would make it . At length , in 1830 , appeared a volume of poems by a young man , then but twenty - one years of age , which distinctly marked the setting in of a new order of things . It bore the following ...
... dead - low tide as Mr. Gosse would make it . At length , in 1830 , appeared a volume of poems by a young man , then but twenty - one years of age , which distinctly marked the setting in of a new order of things . It bore the following ...
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... Dead , thy wife — living , the love she left , " Admetos " turned on the comfort , with no tears , this time . He was beginning to be like his wife . I told you of that pressure to the point , word slow pursuing word in monotone ...
... Dead , thy wife — living , the love she left , " Admetos " turned on the comfort , with no tears , this time . He was beginning to be like his wife . I told you of that pressure to the point , word slow pursuing word in monotone ...
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... dead letter . “ Is Saul dead ? In the depth of the vale make his tomb— bid arise A grey mountain of marble heaped four - square , till , built to the skies , Let it mark where the great First King slumbers : whose fame would ye know ...
... dead letter . “ Is Saul dead ? In the depth of the vale make his tomb— bid arise A grey mountain of marble heaped four - square , till , built to the skies , Let it mark where the great First King slumbers : whose fame would ye know ...
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... dead with me ! ' As if , i ' the fabled garden , I had gone on great adventure , plucked in ignorance hedge - fruit , and feasted to satiety , laughing at such high fame for hips and haws , and scorned the achievement : then come all at ...
... dead with me ! ' As if , i ' the fabled garden , I had gone on great adventure , plucked in ignorance hedge - fruit , and feasted to satiety , laughing at such high fame for hips and haws , and scorned the achievement : then come all at ...
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Abt Vogler Andrea del Sarto Arezzo artist beauty better Bishop Book breast Browning Soc Browning's poetry Cerinthus Christ Christian church Cimabue dead death divine Duchess Duke earth Edward Dowden expression eyes face feel flesh Florence flowers Fra Lippo Lippi Giotto give God's hand head heart heaven intellect Jacynth King learned life's Lippi live look man's Masaccio master means mind monologue nature never o'er once painter painting Paracelsus pass passion perfect picture play poem poet poet's poor praise Praxed's prize Rabbi Ben Ezra Ring Robert Browning round Saint Saul smile song Sordello soul soul's speak speaker spirit stanza sweet Taddeo Gaddi tell thee there's things thou thought TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S tomb true truth turn Vasari Vaucluse verse what's wife word youth
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Page 18 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man. Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 288 - 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.
Page 188 - 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...
Page 270 - 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...
Page 267 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 337 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 270 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist, When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 17 - It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose. The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent...
Page 216 - HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Page 327 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for ! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead ! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!