Robert Browning: Humanist: A Selection from Browning's PoetryL. MacVeagh, 1925 - 389 من الصفحات |
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Abt Vogler beauty bird blue breast breath brow Browning Browning's burning CHARLES AVISON cheek church cried dare dead death earth emotional eyes face feast feel flowers fool Fra Lippo Lippi galloped GERARD DE LAIRESSE give gold grew grey Guido Reni guilders hair hand head heart heaven Hervé Riel JOHANNES AGRICOLA lady laughed leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or lover mouth never night o'er once painting Paracelsus pass passion Piper PIPPA PASSES play poems poet poet's poetry Pornic praise Rabbi Ben Ezra ride Robert Browning rose round side singing smile song Sordello soul speak stand star stood sure sure as fate sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro touch truth turn Twas verse VIII Waring What's wind wonder word youth
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الصفحة 313 - 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.
الصفحة 313 - 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!
الصفحة 377 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
الصفحة 117 - Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!" I might have done it for you. So it seems: Perhaps not. All is as God overrules. Beside, incentives come from the soul's self; The rest avail not. Why do I need you?
الصفحة 375 - 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.
الصفحة 172 - 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
الصفحة 262 - Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tell On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell 'Twixt the offing here and Greve where the river disembogues ? Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's for?
الصفحة 114 - Behold Madonna ! — I am bold to say. I can do with my pencil what I know, What I see, what at bottom of my heart I wish for, if I ever wish so deep — Do easily, too— when I say, perfectly, I do not boast, perhaps...
الصفحة 377 - Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past ! Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last ! XXII.
الصفحة 248 - Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Chafes in the censer. Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop ; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citied to the top, Crowded with culture...