The Earlier Monologues of Robert BrowningJ. M. Dent and Company, 1900 - 290 ページ |
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... turned to look at me , ere I could lose The grin with which I viewed his perishing . And he shrieked and departed , and sat long By his deserted throne - but sunk at last , Murmuring , as I kissed his lips and curled Around him , " I am ...
... turned to look at me , ere I could lose The grin with which I viewed his perishing . And he shrieked and departed , and sat long By his deserted throne - but sunk at last , Murmuring , as I kissed his lips and curled Around him , " I am ...
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... turning my wild youth Where they alone displayed themselves , converting All objects to their use - now see their course ! They came to me in my first dawn of life , Which passed alone with wisest ancient books , All halo - girt with ...
... turning my wild youth Where they alone displayed themselves , converting All objects to their use - now see their course ! They came to me in my first dawn of life , Which passed alone with wisest ancient books , All halo - girt with ...
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... turned to those old times and scenes , where all That's beautiful had birth for me , and made Rude verses on them all ; and then I paused- I had done nothing , so I sought to know His mind turned against itself ; but " Song rose " bards ...
... turned to those old times and scenes , where all That's beautiful had birth for me , and made Rude verses on them all ; and then I paused- I had done nothing , so I sought to know His mind turned against itself ; but " Song rose " bards ...
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... turned water - plants And tall trees over - arch to keep us in , Breaking the sunbeams into emerald shafts , And in the dreamy water one small group Of two or three strange trees are got together , Wondering at all around — as strange ...
... turned water - plants And tall trees over - arch to keep us in , Breaking the sunbeams into emerald shafts , And in the dreamy water one small group Of two or three strange trees are got together , Wondering at all around — as strange ...
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... Turning my books , or kissing me when I Look up - like summer wind . " " Be still to me A key to music's mystery , when mind fails , A reason , a solution and a clue . 919 930 You see I have thrown off my prescribed rules : I hope in ...
... Turning my books , or kissing me when I Look up - like summer wind . " " Be still to me A key to music's mystery , when mind fails , A reason , a solution and a clue . 919 930 You see I have thrown off my prescribed rules : I hope in ...
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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...