Studies in Browning: Four Poems: Saul, The Epistle of Karshish the Arab Physician, A Grammarian's Funeral, Old Pictures in Florence, by Susan Cunnington

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35 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...
39 ページ - But the Spirit of the Lord departed from Saul, and an evil spirit from the Lord troubled him.
36 ページ - ... there, As a runner beset by the populace famished for news — Life or death. The whole earth was awakened, hell loosed with her crews; And the stars of night beat with emotion, and tingled and shot Out in fire the strong pain of pent knowledge : but I fainted not, For the Hand still impelled me at once and supported, suppressed All the tumult, and quenched it with quiet, and holy behest, Till the rapture was shut in itself, and the earth sank to rest.
73 ページ - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here ! Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself. Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, But love I gave thee, with Myself to love, And thou must love me who have died for thee ! " The madman saith He said so: it is strange.
30 ページ - I have gone the whole round of creation: I saw and I spoke: I, a work of God's hand for that purpose, received in my brain And pronounced on the rest of his handwork — returned him again His creation's approval or censure: I spoke as I saw: I report, as a man may of God's work — all's love, yet all's law.
16 ページ - Then I tuned my harp, — took off the lilies we twine round its chords Lest they snap 'neath the stress of the noontide - those sunbeams like swords! And I first played the tune all our sheep know, as, one after one, So docile they come to the pen-door till folding be done. They are white and untorn by the bushes, for lo, they have fed Where the long grasses stifle the water within the stream's bed; And now one after one seeks its lodging, as star follows star Into eve and the blue far above us,...
37 ページ - E'en the serpent that slid away silent. — he felt the new law. The same stared in the white humid faces upturned by the flowers ; The same worked in the heart of the cedar and moved the vinebowers : And the little brooks witnessing murmured, persistent and low. With their obstinate, all but hushed voices —
100 ページ - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit.
16 ページ - To fly after the player ; then, what makes the crickets elate Till for boldness they fight one another; and then, what has weight To set the quick jerboa a-musing outside his sand house...
34 ページ - 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...