The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BrowningMacmillan, 1921 - 1359 σελίδες |
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... hate is To sicken and to quiver and grow white And I myself have furnished its first prey . Hate of the weak and ever - wavering will , The selfishness , the still - decaying frame ... But I must never grieve whom wing can waft Far from ...
... hate is To sicken and to quiver and grow white And I myself have furnished its first prey . Hate of the weak and ever - wavering will , The selfishness , the still - decaying frame ... But I must never grieve whom wing can waft Far from ...
Σελίδα 40
... hate no longer A host of petty vile delights , undreamed of Or spurned before ; such now supply the place Of my dead aims : as in the autumn woods Where tall trees used to flourish , from their roots Springs up a fungous brood sickly ...
... hate no longer A host of petty vile delights , undreamed of Or spurned before ; such now supply the place Of my dead aims : as in the autumn woods Where tall trees used to flourish , from their roots Springs up a fungous brood sickly ...
Σελίδα 41
Robert Browning. To puzzle the devil ; next , the numerous set Who bitterly hate established schools , and help The ... hated task I quit . In plain words , I am spoiled ; my life still tends As first it tended ; I am broken and trained ...
Robert Browning. To puzzle the devil ; next , the numerous set Who bitterly hate established schools , and help The ... hated task I quit . In plain words , I am spoiled ; my life still tends As first it tended ; I am broken and trained ...
Σελίδα 43
... hate ( supposed So vigilant and searching ) dreams not of . Love broods on such : what then ? When first perceived Is there no sweet strife to forget , to change , 40 To overflush those blemishes with all The glow of general goodness ...
... hate ( supposed So vigilant and searching ) dreams not of . Love broods on such : what then ? When first perceived Is there no sweet strife to forget , to change , 40 To overflush those blemishes with all The glow of general goodness ...
Σελίδα 46
... hate ? To. Where all is darkness now , if you see fit To hope and trust again , and strive again , You will remember- not our love alone But that my faith in God's desire that man Should trust on his support , ( as I must think You ...
... hate ? To. Where all is darkness now , if you see fit To hope and trust again , and strive again , You will remember- not our love alone But that my faith in God's desire that man Should trust on his support , ( as I must think You ...
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Σελίδα 334 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.
Σελίδα 501 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Σελίδα 502 - Not on the vulgar mass Called "work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Σελίδα 501 - Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast?
Σελίδα 517 - 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...
Σελίδα 221 - 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 221 - ... jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)...
Σελίδα 458 - 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.
Σελίδα 24 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth. A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Binds it, and makes all error : and to KNOW Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Σελίδα 454 - Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought With tooth and nail to save my niche, ye know: • — Old Gandolf cozened me, despite my care; Shrewd was that snatch from out the corner South He graced his carrion with, God curse the same! Yet still my niche is not so cramped but thence One sees the pulpit o...