Pomegranates from an English Garden: A Selection from the Poems of Robert BrowningChautauqua Press, 1885 - 137 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα i
... thing he had written worth reading ! That the form in which the thought of Browning is cast is altogether admirable , is what none but his most undiscriminating admirers will assert . It is often , unquestionably , rough and forbidding ...
... thing he had written worth reading ! That the form in which the thought of Browning is cast is altogether admirable , is what none but his most undiscriminating admirers will assert . It is often , unquestionably , rough and forbidding ...
Σελίδα iii
... things here insisted upon , and not other things , might have been put in a plainer manner ; which yet I am very far from asserting that they could not . " 2. The expression is always the briefest . Not only are no words wasted , but ...
... things here insisted upon , and not other things , might have been put in a plainer manner ; which yet I am very far from asserting that they could not . " 2. The expression is always the briefest . Not only are no words wasted , but ...
Σελίδα v
... things of human life and destiny are by no means ignored ; rather are they dwelt on with a painful and sometimes frightful realism ; but even amid deepest darkness the light above is never quite extinguished , and some little " Pippa ...
... things of human life and destiny are by no means ignored ; rather are they dwelt on with a painful and sometimes frightful realism ; but even amid deepest darkness the light above is never quite extinguished , and some little " Pippa ...
Σελίδα 21
... thing - thousands to the fore ! " XII . ' T was lodging best to live most nigh ( Cramp , coffinlike as crib might be ) Receipt of Custom ; ear and eye Wanted no outworld : " Hear and see " The bustle in the shop ! " quoth he . XIII . My ...
... thing - thousands to the fore ! " XII . ' T was lodging best to live most nigh ( Cramp , coffinlike as crib might be ) Receipt of Custom ; ear and eye Wanted no outworld : " Hear and see " The bustle in the shop ! " quoth he . XIII . My ...
Σελίδα 28
... things , that only a few can be noted . The value of the " little human praise " to God Himself ( distich 12 ) , all the dearer because of the doubts and fears in it ( 20-22 ) ; and the contrast between its seeming weakness and ...
... things , that only a few can be noted . The value of the " little human praise " to God Himself ( distich 12 ) , all the dearer because of the doubts and fears in it ( 20-22 ) ; and the contrast between its seeming weakness and ...
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Abib Abt Vogler angel beauty borage brain breath brow Browning Browning's chapel CHARLES G CHAUTAUQUA PRESS chord Christ Christian Christmas-Eve Dante dead death dream earth earthly Easter-Day Evelyn Hope exquisite eyes face fain faith Fano fear fifty poems fire flesh Flower follows French Revolution galloped Ghent gift give glory God's gone Göttingen Greek fire Guido Reni hand hard head heard heart heaven HELEN'S TOWER human illustration infinite John Keats Karshish Lazarus life's live look man's mind never night o'er once paint passage perfect poem poet praise ROBERT BROWNING round Rudel Saul seems sight singing song Sordello soul soul's stand stanza star stood strange thee Theocrite things thou thought touch true truth turn twixt utter Vespasian voice volume whelk wonder words
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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...