 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 σελίδες
...your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. 8. And you, great sculptor — so you gave A score of years to art, her slave, And that 's your Venus — whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn ! You acquiesce and shall... | |
 | Sir John Skelton - 1865 - 398 σελίδες
...indeed, are the highest achievements of art, when compared with the life which it strives to perpetuate ! And you, great sculptor — so you gave A score of...whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn ! Men grow famous, no doubt — poets, philosophers, soldiers, statesmen, are spoken about after they... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1874 - 372 σελίδες
...your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. VIII. And you, great sculptor — so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, And that 's your Venus, whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn ! You acquiesce, and shall I... | |
 | 1883 - 378 σελίδες
...whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. And you, great sculptor — so, you gave A score of...and shall I repine ? What, man of music, you, grown grey With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, " Greatly his opera's... | |
 | 1883 - 378 σελίδες
...who never have turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. And you, great sculptor—so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, And that's...and shall I repine ? What, man of music, you, grown grey With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, " Greatly his opera's... | |
 | English poets - 1883 - 364 σελίδες
...who never have turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride. And you, great sculptor—so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, And that's...and shall I repine ? What, man of music, you, grown grey With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, " Greatly his opera's... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 σελίδες
...your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. VIII And you, great sculptor — so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, And that 's your Venus, whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn ! You acquiesce, and shall I... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 σελίδες
...your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. VIII And you, great sculptor — so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, And that 's your Venus, whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn ! You acquiesce, and shall I... | |
 | Robert Browning, Hiram Corson - 1886 - 360 σελίδες
...Are you — poor, sick, old ere your time — Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme? And you, great sculptor — so, you...you grown gray With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, " Greatly his opera's strains intend, But in music we know... | |
 | Robert Browning, Hiram Corson - 1886 - 398 σελίδες
...whit your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding's a joy ! For me, I ride. And you, great sculptor — so, you gave A score of...you grown gray With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, " Greatly his opera's strains intend, But in music we know... | |
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With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, "Greatly his opera's strains intend, But in music we know how fashions end! 
