The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ...Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
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Admetos Alkestis Athens Bateleurs bear beauty beneath beside body breath brow Clairvaux cousin coverture crowned dæmons Dalmatia dare dead dear death dream earth Elvire Euripides evermore face faith fancy fear Fifine flesh fool gain give grace groundling Hades hand hate head heart heaven Herakles Hohenstiel-Schwangau Kameiros keep knew laugh leave live look man's marriage means mind Moirai Monsieur Léonce Miranda mouth Muhlhausen nature neath needs never Night-cap nought nowise o'er once pain Paris Place Vendôme plain play poor Pornic praise pray prize prove Ravissante round smile somehow sorrow soul speech stand sure thee there's Thessalian things thou thought Thrace touch true truth turf turn twixt whence whole wife woman wonder word youth Zeus
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Сторінка 341 - Help and get it over! Reunited to his wife (How draw up the paper lets the parish-people know?) Lies M., or N., departed from this life, Day the this or that, month and year the so and so. What i' the way of final flourish? Prose, verse? Try! Affliction sore long time he bore, or, what is it to be? Till God did please to grant him ease. Do end!" quoth I: "I end with — Love is all and Death is nought!
Сторінка 340 - SAVAGE I was sitting in my house, late, lone : Dreary, weary with the long day's work : Head of me, heart of me, stupid as a stone : Tongue-tied now, now blaspheming like a Turk ; When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, Half a pang and all a rapture, there again were we ! — " What, and is it really you again ? " quoth I : " I again, what else did you expect ?
Сторінка 136 - He thought . . . (Suppose I should prefer " He said " ? Along with every act — and speech is act — There go, a multitude impalpable To ordinary human faculty, The thoughts which give the act significance. Who is a poet needs must apprehend Alike both speech and thoughts which prompt to speak. Part these, and thought withdraws to poetry : Speech is reported in the newspaper.) He said, then, probably no word at all, But thought as follows — in a minute's space — One particle of ore beats...
Сторінка 18 - What's poetry except a power that makes ? And, speaking to one sense, inspires the rest, Pressing them all into its service ; so That who sees painting, seems to hear as well The speech that's proper for the painted mouth ; And who hears music, feels his solitude Peopled at once — for how count heart-beats plain Unless a company, with hearts which beat...
Сторінка 164 - Made plain as pikestaff?" modern Science asks. "That mass man sprung from was a jelly-lump Once on a time; he kept an after course Through fish and insect, reptile, bird and beast, Till he attained to be an ape at last Or last but one.
Сторінка 149 - This must be what he meant by those strange words While I was weeding larkspurs, yesterday, ' Angels would take him ! ' Mad ! " No ! sane, I say. Such being the conditions of his life, Such end of life was not irrational.
Сторінка 209 - t is there One pits the silent truth against a lie — Truth which breaks shell a careless simple bird, Nor wants a gorget nor a beak filed fine, «iso Steel spurs, and the whole armory o' the tongue, To equalize the odds.
Сторінка 165 - God takes time. I like the thought He should have lodged me once I' the hole, the cave, the hut, the tenement, The mansion and the palace ; made me learn The feel o...
Сторінка 97 - The golden hair o' the hero ! — his big frame A-quiver with each muscle sinking back Into the sleepy smooth it leaped from late. Under the great guard of one arm, there leant A shrouded something, live and woman-like, Propped by the heartbeats 'neath the lion-coat.
Сторінка 85 - He forced on me that I should enter doors, Drink in the hall o' the hospitable man Circumstanced so ! And do I revel yet With wreath on head ? But — thou to hold thy peace, Nor tell me what a woe oppressed my friend ! Where is he gone to bury her ? Where am I To go and find her ? " " By the road that leads Straight to Larissa, thou wilt see the tomb, Out of the suburb, a carved sepulchre.