 What does it all mean, poet? Well, Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell What we felt only; you expressed You hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then, Have you yourself what's best...  Men and Women - Сторінка 134автори: Robert Browning - 1863 - 351 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1856 - 506 стор.
...things beautiful the best .... 'Tis something — nay, 'tis much ; but then Have you yourself what's best for men ? Are you poor, sick, old ere your time, Nearer one whifyour own sublime Than we who never turned a rhyme ?" Our poet, it will be seen, does not exhaust... | |
 | Sir John Skelton - 1865 - 398 стор.
...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 years to art, her slave, And that's your Venus — whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn ! Men grow famous, no doubt... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1874 - 372 стор.
...hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. T is something, nay 't is much : but then, Have you yourself what 's best for...time — Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. VIII. And you, great sculptor —... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1882 - 328 стор.
...hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. 'T is something, nay 't is much : but then. Have you yourself what 's best for...sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me I ride. And that 's your Venus, whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the... | |
 | Annie A. Longfellow - 1882 - 202 стор.
...hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. 'T is something, nay 't is much — but then, Have you yourself what 's best...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 years to art, her... | |
 | English poets - 1883 - 364 стор.
...side. Tis something, nay 'tis much ; but then, Have you yourself what's best for men ? Are you—poor, sick, old ere your time— Nearer one whit your own...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 your Venus, whence... | |
 | 1883 - 378 стор.
...them in rhyme so, side by side. 'Tis something, nay 'tis much ; but then, Have you yourself what's best for men ? Are you — poor, sick, old ere your...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 years to Art,... | |
 | 1883 - 378 стор.
...side. 'Tis something, nay 'tis much ; but then, Have you yourself what's best for men ? Are you—poor, sick, old ere your time— Nearer one 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 years to Art, her... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 стор.
...hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. !T is something, nay 't is much : but then, Have you yourself what 's best for...time — Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. VIII And you, great sculptor —... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 стор.
...hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. 'T is something, nay 't is much : but then, Have you yourself what 's best for...time — Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme ? Sing, riding 'sa joy ! For me, I ride. VIII And you, great sculptor —... | |
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