The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning..., 第 2 巻Houghton, Mifflin, 1898 |
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... grace in my need , From title - page to closing line . Chapter on chapter did I count , As a curious traveller counts Stonehenge ; Added up the mortal amount ; And then proceeded to my revenge . 111 . Yonder's a plum - tree with a ...
... grace in my need , From title - page to closing line . Chapter on chapter did I count , As a curious traveller counts Stonehenge ; Added up the mortal amount ; And then proceeded to my revenge . 111 . Yonder's a plum - tree with a ...
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... grace He is sure to remember her dying face ! XI . Is it done ? Take my mask off ! Nay , be not morose ; It kills her , and this prevents seeing it close : The delicate droplet , my whole fortune's fee ! If it hurts her , beside , can ...
... grace He is sure to remember her dying face ! XI . Is it done ? Take my mask off ! Nay , be not morose ; It kills her , and this prevents seeing it close : The delicate droplet , my whole fortune's fee ! If it hurts her , beside , can ...
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... grace , by their grace embodied , And your little date , by their forms that stay . XIII . You would fain be kinglier , say , than I am ? Even so , you will not sit like Theseus . You would prove a model ? The Son of Priam Has yet the ...
... grace , by their grace embodied , And your little date , by their forms that stay . XIII . You would fain be kinglier , say , than I am ? Even so , you will not sit like Theseus . You would prove a model ? The Son of Priam Has yet the ...
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... - you could not , Sweet ! VII . So , we leave the sweet face fondly there : Be its beauty Its sole duty ! Let all hope of grace beyond , lie there ! VIII . And while the face lies quiet there , A PRETTY WOMAN 77 A PRETTY WOMAN.
... - you could not , Sweet ! VII . So , we leave the sweet face fondly there : Be its beauty Its sole duty ! Let all hope of grace beyond , lie there ! VIII . And while the face lies quiet there , A PRETTY WOMAN 77 A PRETTY WOMAN.
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... grace not to its mind , perhaps ? XIV . Shall we burn up , tread that face at once Into tinder , And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once ? XV . Or else kiss away one's soul on her ? Your love - fancies ! - - A sick man ...
... grace not to its mind , perhaps ? XIV . Shall we burn up , tread that face at once Into tinder , And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once ? XV . Or else kiss away one's soul on her ? Your love - fancies ! - - A sick man ...
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4 ページ - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts 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. Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then...
286 ページ - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering; And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting...
5 ページ - 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
24 ページ - Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little...
5 ページ - So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
234 ページ - E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is...
288 ページ - The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South, To offer the Piper, by word of mouth, Wherever it was men's lot to find him, Silver and gold to his heart's content, If he'd only return the way he went, And bring the children behind him. But when they saw...
231 ページ - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
231 ページ - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
46 ページ - Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!