Select PoemsHarper & Brothers, 1895 |
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3d Girl angel Asolo beauty better Bishop Bluphocks Book Browning Society Browning's called canibus Childe Roland church Clive Croisic dare Dark Tower dead death Dramatic Idylls earth edition Edward Dowden English eyes face Fancies fear feel Ferishtah's Fancies flesh flowers galloped give God's Guido Reni hair hand hate heart heaven Hervé Riel Hiram Corson Italy Jules king laughed Le Croisic lips live look Luigi Lutwyche Madonna Maffeo miles Monsignor morning Mother never night Nishapur notes nought o'er Omar Khayyám once Ottima Paracelsus passion Phene Pippa Passes plain play poem poet poetry Possagno praise Praxed's Robert Browning Rolfe Rolfe's Sebald Shakespeare ship singing smile song sonnets soul speak Student sure thee there's thing thou thought thro tomb turn Tydeus Venice voice women word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 170 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 50 - 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...
Página 59 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 175 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again ? How strange it seems and new...
Página 51 - 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...
Página 53 - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
Página 97 - 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...
Página 63 - Here, work enough to watch The Master work, and catch Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.
Página 53 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud!
Página 60 - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.