Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning, Volume 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... praise , these in envy ; And , in short , stood so plain a head taller That he wooed and won . . . how do you call her ? The beauty , that rose in the sequel To the King's love , who loved her a week well . And ' t was noticed he never ...
... praise , these in envy ; And , in short , stood so plain a head taller That he wooed and won . . . how do you call her ? The beauty , that rose in the sequel To the King's love , who loved her a week well . And ' t was noticed he never ...
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... praising ; To praise , you search the wide world over ; Then why not witness , calmly gazing , If earth holds aught - speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this , I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! A SERENADE AT THE ...
... praising ; To praise , you search the wide world over ; Then why not witness , calmly gazing , If earth holds aught - speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this , I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! A SERENADE AT THE ...
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... praise or blame . They bore it all in complacent guise , As though an artificer , after contriving A wheel - work image as if it were living , Should find with delight it could motion to strike him So found the Duke , and his mother ...
... praise or blame . They bore it all in complacent guise , As though an artificer , after contriving A wheel - work image as if it were living , Should find with delight it could motion to strike him So found the Duke , and his mother ...
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... praise , " Our shame to feel , our pride to show , " Glad , angry - but indifferent , no ! " Whether it be thy lot to go , " For the good of us all , where the haters meet , " In the crowded city's horrible street ; " Or thou step alone ...
... praise , " Our shame to feel , our pride to show , " Glad , angry - but indifferent , no ! " Whether it be thy lot to go , " For the good of us all , where the haters meet , " In the crowded city's horrible street ; " Or thou step alone ...
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... praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent . SONG FROM " PARACELSUS . " I HEAP cassia ...
... praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent . SONG FROM " PARACELSUS . " I HEAP cassia ...
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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!