A Browning AnthologyH. Milford, 1917 - 94 ページ |
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... Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf , While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now ! II And after April , when May follows , 5 And the whitethroat builds , and all the swallows ! 10 Hark , where my blossomed ...
... Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf , While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now ! II And after April , when May follows , 5 And the whitethroat builds , and all the swallows ! 10 Hark , where my blossomed ...
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... round 55 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 ) Was no more than ...
... round 55 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 ) Was no more than ...
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... round they turn and down they nestle- Is not the dear mark still to be seen ? VI Where I find her not , beauties vanish ; Whither I follow her , beauties flee ; June ' s twice June since she breathed it with me ? Is there no method to ...
... round they turn and down they nestle- Is not the dear mark still to be seen ? VI Where I find her not , beauties vanish ; Whither I follow her , beauties flee ; June ' s twice June since she breathed it with me ? Is there no method to ...
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... round its wondrous tent Whence gleamed soft light and curled rich scent , And with light and perfume , music too : 15 20 35 25 30 36 So the stars wheeled round , and the darkness past , And at morn we started beside the mast , And still ...
... round its wondrous tent Whence gleamed soft light and curled rich scent , And with light and perfume , music too : 15 20 35 25 30 36 So the stars wheeled round , and the darkness past , And at morn we started beside the mast , And still ...
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... rounds on rounds ! -How could you ever prick those perfect ears , Even to put the pearl there ! oh , so sweet- My face , my moon , my everybody's moon , Which everybody looks on and calls his , And , I suppose , is looked on by in turn ...
... rounds on rounds ! -How could you ever prick those perfect ears , Even to put the pearl there ! oh , so sweet- My face , my moon , my everybody's moon , Which everybody looks on and calls his , And , I suppose , is looked on by in turn ...
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77 ページ - Why rushed the discords in, but that harmony should be prized? Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe: But God has a few of us whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome: 'tis we musicians know.
29 ページ - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
76 ページ - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
66 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...
10 ページ - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
70 ページ - Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold : And I shall weigh the same, give life its praise or blame : Young, all lay in dispute ; I shall know, being old.
9 ページ - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
65 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. Oh, speak through me now! 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!
28 ページ - 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...
10 ページ - for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets