Browning's Men and Women, 第 2 巻Alexander Moring, 1904 |
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... turn your face , but does it bring your heart ? I'll work then for your friend's friend , never fear , Treat his own subject after his own way , Fix his own time , accept too his own price , And shut the money into this small hand When ...
... turn your face , but does it bring your heart ? I'll work then for your friend's friend , never fear , Treat his own subject after his own way , Fix his own time , accept too his own price , And shut the money into this small hand When ...
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... turn , While she looks - no one's : very dear , no less ! You smile ? why , there's my picture ready made . There's what we painters call our harmony ! A common greyness silvers everything , — All in a twilight , you and I alike -You ...
... turn , While she looks - no one's : very dear , no less ! You smile ? why , there's my picture ready made . There's what we painters call our harmony ! A common greyness silvers everything , — All in a twilight , you and I alike -You ...
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... turn your head- All that's behind us ! you don't understand Nor care to understand about my art , But you can hear at least when people speak ; And that cartoon , the second from the door -It is the thing , Love ! so such things should ...
... turn your head- All that's behind us ! you don't understand Nor care to understand about my art , But you can hear at least when people speak ; And that cartoon , the second from the door -It is the thing , Love ! so such things should ...
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... Turn of head ? Strange ! that very way Love begun . I as little understand Love's decay . III When I sewed or drew , I recall How he looked as if I sang , -Sweetly too . If I spoke a word , First of all Up his cheek the color sprang ...
... Turn of head ? Strange ! that very way Love begun . I as little understand Love's decay . III When I sewed or drew , I recall How he looked as if I sang , -Sweetly too . If I spoke a word , First of all Up his cheek the color sprang ...
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... Turns up at last , and to whom ? —to whom ? XXXI I , that have haunted the dim San Spirito , ( Or was it rather the Ognissanti ? ) Stood on the altar - steps , patient and weary too ! Nay , I shall have it yet , detur amanti ! My Koh ...
... Turns up at last , and to whom ? —to whom ? XXXI I , that have haunted the dim San Spirito , ( Or was it rather the Ognissanti ? ) Stood on the altar - steps , patient and weary too ! Nay , I shall have it yet , detur amanti ! My Koh ...
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Alfred Domett Andrea Andrea del Sarto art of Italy artist beauty believe better bids Bishop Blougram breath Browning Browning's Childe Roland Church Cimabue Cleon Conf CONSTANCE QUEEN crown dare death earth eyes face fancy feel Fiesole flesh Florence Florentine flower Fra Lippo Lippi frescoes gift Giotto give God's grace Guercino Guido Reni hand heart heaven hope Italy John Keats King leave life's Lippo live look love's lover Lucrezia lyric man's mind monologue nature never night NORBERT o'er once paint painter passion perfect person picture play poem poet poetic praise R. B. to E. B. B. Rafael rose Sandro Botticelli Saul soul soul's speak STANZA STANZA 12 star tell Terpander thee there's thing thou thought Toccata of Galuppi's truth turn Vasari What's woman women wonder word wrong youth Zeus
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301 ページ - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
233 ページ - None but would forego his proper dowry, — Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, — Does he write ? he fain would paint a picture, Put to proof art alien to the artist's, Once, and only once, and for one only, So to be the man and leave the artist, Gain the man's joy, miss the artist's sorrow.
116 ページ - Then I played the help-tune of our reapers, their wine-song, when hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, and great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life. — And then, the last song When the dead man is praised on his journey...
2 ページ - Treat his own subject after his own way, Fix his own time, accept too his own price, And shut the money into this small hand When next it takes mine. Will it? tenderly? Oh, I'll content him, — but tomorrow, Love! I often am much wearier than you think, This evening more than usual...
142 ページ - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
217 ページ - Here - here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go! Let joy break with the storm, Peace let the dew send! Lofty designs must close in like effects: Loftily lying, Leave him — still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying.
139 ページ - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt His own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator, — the end, what began ? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt He alone shall not help him, who yet alone can?
214 ページ - But time escapes: Live now or never!' He said, 'What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes! Man has Forever.' Back to his book then: deeper drooped his head: Calculus racked him: Leaden before, his eyes grew dross of lead: Tussis attacked him. 'Now, master, take a little rest!
259 ページ - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.