Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, Volume 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... dare say so , Ne'er am at loss with my Naso , " Sire , " I replied , " joys prove cloudlets : " Men are the merest Ixions " -- Here the King whistled aloud , " Let's 66 . . Heigho . . . go look at our lions ! " Such are the sorrowful ...
... dare say so , Ne'er am at loss with my Naso , " Sire , " I replied , " joys prove cloudlets : " Men are the merest Ixions " -- Here the King whistled aloud , " Let's 66 . . Heigho . . . go look at our lions ! " Such are the sorrowful ...
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... dare ! " With my scorn - what De Lorge could compare ! " And the endless descriptions of death " He would brave when my lip formed a breath , " I must reckon as braved , or , of course , " Doubt his word — and moreover , perforce ...
... dare ! " With my scorn - what De Lorge could compare ! " And the endless descriptions of death " He would brave when my lip formed a breath , " I must reckon as braved , or , of course , " Doubt his word — and moreover , perforce ...
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... ride II To our Chief and his Allied , Who dares chide my heart's pride As I ride , as I ride ? Or are witnesses denied- THROUGH THE METIDJA TÓ ABD - EL · KADR . 54 SONG FROM " PARACELSUS . ” THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADER.
... ride II To our Chief and his Allied , Who dares chide my heart's pride As I ride , as I ride ? Or are witnesses denied- THROUGH THE METIDJA TÓ ABD - EL · KADR . 54 SONG FROM " PARACELSUS . ” THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADER.
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... dares not disallow The claim , so , all is rendered up , And passively its shattered cup Over your head to sleep I bow . What are we two ? I am a Jew , He sings . I And carry thee , farther than friends can pursue , To a feast of our ...
... dares not disallow The claim , so , all is rendered up , And passively its shattered cup Over your head to sleep I bow . What are we two ? I am a Jew , He sings . I And carry thee , farther than friends can pursue , To a feast of our ...
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... dare not speak , now to itself Breathes slumberously , as if some elf Went in and out the chords , his wings Make murmur , wheresoe'er they graze , As an angel may , between the maze Of midnight palace - pillars , on And on , to sow ...
... dare not speak , now to itself Breathes slumberously , as if some elf Went in and out the chords , his wings Make murmur , wheresoe'er they graze , As an angel may , between the maze Of midnight palace - pillars , on And on , to sow ...
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Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 201 - 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 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...
Page 281 - 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...
Page 2 - Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
Page 200 - Why, there it had stood, to see, nor the process so wonderworth : Had I written the same, made verse — still, effect proceeds from cause, Ye know why the forms are fair, ye hear how the tale is told...
Page 278 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Page 263 - ... the rest. And thy brothers, the help and the contest, the working whence grew Such result as, from seething grape-bundles, the spirit strained true : And the friends of thy boyhood — that boyhood of wonder and hope, Present promise and wealth of the future beyond the eye's scope...
Page 272 - There's a faculty pleasant to exercise, hard to hoodwink, I am fain to keep still in abeyance, (I laugh as I think) Lest, insisting to claim and parade in it, wot ye, I worst E'en the Giver in one gift — Behold, I could love if I durst!