Men and Women and SordellaHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... That shall be to - morrow Not to - night : I must bury sorrow Out of sight . 10 . Must a little weep , Love , · Foolish me ! And so fall asleep , Love , Loved by thee . FRA LIPPO LIPPI . I AM poor brother Lippo , 24 A WOMAN'S LAST WORD .
... That shall be to - morrow Not to - night : I must bury sorrow Out of sight . 10 . Must a little weep , Love , · Foolish me ! And so fall asleep , Love , Loved by thee . FRA LIPPO LIPPI . I AM poor brother Lippo , 24 A WOMAN'S LAST WORD .
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Robert Browning. FRA LIPPO LIPPI . I AM poor brother Lippo , by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face . Zooks , what's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What , it's past midnight , and you go the rounds , And here ...
Robert Browning. FRA LIPPO LIPPI . I AM poor brother Lippo , by your leave ! You need not clap your torches to my face . Zooks , what's to blame ? you think you see a monk ! What , it's past midnight , and you go the rounds , And here ...
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... poor old breast With his great round stone to subdue the flesh , You snap me of the sudden . Ah , I see ! Though you eye twinkles still , you shake your head- — Mine's shaved , a monk , you say - FRA LIPPO LIPPI . 27.
... poor old breast With his great round stone to subdue the flesh , You snap me of the sudden . Ah , I see ! Though you eye twinkles still , you shake your head- — Mine's shaved , a monk , you say - FRA LIPPO LIPPI . 27.
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... poor devils of Medici Have given their hearts to all at eight years old . Well , sir , I found in time , you may be sure , Twas not for nothing - the good bellyful , The warm serge and the rope that goes all round , And day - long ...
... poor devils of Medici Have given their hearts to all at eight years old . Well , sir , I found in time , you may be sure , Twas not for nothing - the good bellyful , The warm serge and the rope that goes all round , And day - long ...
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... 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 ear - rings and a bunch 00 FRA LIPPO IPPI .
... 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 ear - rings and a bunch 00 FRA LIPPO IPPI .
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Page 282 - 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, for ever : a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! See the Christ stand ! " XIX I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.
Page 53 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Page 334 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Page 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
Page 264 - And I paused, held my breath in such silence, and listened apart; And the tent shook, for mighty Saul shuddered: and sparkles 'gan dart From the jewels that woke in his turban, at once with a start, All its lordly male-sapphires, and rubies courageous at heart. So the head: but the body still moved not, still hung there erect.
Page 330 - Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Chafes in the censer. Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citied to the top, Crowded with culture!
Page 87 - ALL that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
Page 15 - I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes ; Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed me...
Page 343 - Bafael made a century of sonnets, Made and wrote them in a certain volume Dinted with the silver-pointed pencil Else he only used to draw Madonnas : These, the world might view — but One, the volume. Who that one, you ask ? Your heart instructs you.
Page 152 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps ! We look on helplessly.