Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert BrowningChautauqua Press, 1885 - 137 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα ii
... hard nuts are not to be despised , if the kernels are good ; and as to Browning's " nuts , " we have this to say , that not only are they well worth cracking , but there is in the process excellent exercise for the teeth . This brings ...
... hard nuts are not to be despised , if the kernels are good ; and as to Browning's " nuts , " we have this to say , that not only are they well worth cracking , but there is in the process excellent exercise for the teeth . This brings ...
Σελίδα iv
... hard , sharp soft , your tooth must bite Ere reach the birdling . Now , were there only crust to crunch , you'd wince : Unpalatable ! Sage - leaf is bitter - pungent - so's a quince ; Eat each who's able ! But through all three bite ...
... hard , sharp soft , your tooth must bite Ere reach the birdling . Now , were there only crust to crunch , you'd wince : Unpalatable ! Sage - leaf is bitter - pungent - so's a quince ; Eat each who's able ! But through all three bite ...
Σελίδα 21
... hard cash outlaid " Yet zero in my profits made ! XI . " This novelty costs pains , but — takes ? " Cumbers my counter ! Stock no more ! " This article , no such great shakes , " Fizzes like wild fire ? Underscore " The cheap thing ...
... hard cash outlaid " Yet zero in my profits made ! XI . " This novelty costs pains , but — takes ? " Cumbers my counter ! Stock no more ! " This article , no such great shakes , " Fizzes like wild fire ? Underscore " The cheap thing ...
Σελίδα 25
... Hard he laboured , long and well ; O'er his work the boy's curls fell . But ever , at each period , He stopped and sang , " Praise God ! " Then back again his curls he threw , And cheerful turned to work anew . Said Blaise , the ...
... Hard he laboured , long and well ; O'er his work the boy's curls fell . But ever , at each period , He stopped and sang , " Praise God ! " Then back again his curls he threw , And cheerful turned to work anew . Said Blaise , the ...
Σελίδα 51
... hard and bare : Sun and dew their mildness , storm and frost their rage Vainly both expend , -few flowers awaken there : Quiet in its cleft broods - what the after age Knows and names a pine , a nation's heritage . These lines appeared ...
... hard and bare : Sun and dew their mildness , storm and frost their rage Vainly both expend , -few flowers awaken there : Quiet in its cleft broods - what the after age Knows and names a pine , a nation's heritage . These lines appeared ...
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Σελίδα 34 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote...
Σελίδα 12 - 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...
Σελίδα 48 - 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: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all.
Σελίδα 63 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws : that made them, and, lo, they are ! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Σελίδα 14 - So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Σελίδα 34 - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
Σελίδα 83 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in! It is by no breath, Turn of eye, wave of hand, that salvation joins issue with death...
Σελίδα 45 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.
Σελίδα 86 - And thus looking within and around me, I ever renew (With that stoop of the soul which in bending upraises it too) The submission of man's nothing-perfect to God's all-complete, As by each new obeisance in spirit, I climb to his feet.
Σελίδα 11 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That 's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture...