The Earlier Monologues of Robert BrowningJ. M. Dent and Company, 1900 - 290 ページ |
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... laughing fairy creatures peeping over , And on the morrow , when he comes to live For ever by those springs , and ... laughed and said , " No more of this " -I must not think ; at length I look'd again to see how all went on . My powers ...
... laughing fairy creatures peeping over , And on the morrow , when he comes to live For ever by those springs , and ... laughed and said , " No more of this " -I must not think ; at length I look'd again to see how all went on . My powers ...
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... laughed out At hollow praises , and smiles , almost sneers ; And my soul's idol seemed to whisper me fo dwell with him and his unhonoured name- And I well knew my spirit , that would be First in the struggle , and again would make All ...
... laughed out At hollow praises , and smiles , almost sneers ; And my soul's idol seemed to whisper me fo dwell with him and his unhonoured name- And I well knew my spirit , that would be First in the struggle , and again would make All ...
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... laughing like sin , Which steals back softly on a soul half saved ; 990 And I be first to deny all , and despise This verse , and these intents which seem so fair : Still this is all my own , this moment's pride , No less I make an end ...
... laughing like sin , Which steals back softly on a soul half saved ; 990 And I be first to deny all , and despise This verse , and these intents which seem so fair : Still this is all my own , this moment's pride , No less I make an end ...
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... laugh else , While Noll's damned troopers shot him ? ( Cho . ) King Charles , and who'll do him right now ? King Charles , and who's ripe for fight now ? Give a rouse : here's , in Hell's despite now , King Charles ! " My boy George ...
... laugh else , While Noll's damned troopers shot him ? ( Cho . ) King Charles , and who'll do him right now ? King Charles , and who's ripe for fight now ? Give a rouse : here's , in Hell's despite now , King Charles ! " My boy George ...
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... laughs , " Good fellows ere this , by my fay , ( Cho . ) " Boot , saddle , to horse , and away ? " IV Who ? My wife Gertrude ; that , honest and gay , Laughs when you talk of surrendering , " Nay ! " I've better counsellors ; what ...
... laughs , " Good fellows ere this , by my fay , ( Cho . ) " Boot , saddle , to horse , and away ? " IV Who ? My wife Gertrude ; that , honest and gay , Laughs when you talk of surrendering , " Nay ! " I've better counsellors ; what ...
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ALFRED DOMETT aught beauty Bells and Pomegranates beneath boughs boy George breast breath Browning cheek Christmas-Eve and Easter-Day Clement Marot coleoptera creatures dark dead doubt Dramatic Dramatic Lyrics dream drop Duchess Duke e'en earth EDWARD MOXON eyes face faith feel felt give glad God's gold grew guilders Gypsy hand head heart Heaven hope Jacynth Johannes Agricola King kiss knew lady last Duchess laugh leave life's light lips live look Lyrics man's mind Moldavia morning never night o'er once past Pauline poem Porphyria PORPHYRIA'S LOVER praise pride ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round sate shut singing sleep smile song soul spirit star stood stooped strange sure sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro truth turn twas Ulpian voice Waring Weser wild wings wonder word
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118 ページ - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough. In England — now...
95 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 gate-bolts undrew ;
123 ページ - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
89 ページ - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple; "Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles ! Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats !" — when suddenly up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders !" A thousand guilders ! The Mayor looked blue, So did the Corporation too.
45 ページ - Over my lady's wrist too much," or "Paint "Must never hope to reproduce the faint "Half-flush that dies along her throat:" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart how shall I say? too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
97 ページ - By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, " Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix," — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
98 ページ - 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 his due who brought good news from Ghent.
172 ページ - The gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
86 ページ - Come in!" — the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire.
274 ページ - The thing was my earliest attempt at " poetry always dramatic in principle, and so many utterances of so many imaginary persons, not mine...