Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First [-second] Series, 1. ciltSmith, Elder, 1887 - 297 sayfa |
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Sayfa 212 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all.
Sayfa 58 - Never glad confident morning again! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly...
Sayfa 277 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole ! ' ' As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Sayfa 178 - That brave Frascati villa with its bath, So, let the blue lump poise between my knees, Like God the Father's globe on both his hands Ye worship in the Jesu Church so gay, For Gandolf shall not choose but see and burst.' Swift as a weaver's shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he?
Sayfa 3 - 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...
Sayfa 199 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Sayfa 246 - The very God ! think, Abib ; dost -thou think ? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voiee Saying, " O heart I made, a heart beats here ! Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself ! Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, But love I gave thee, with myself to love, And thou must love me who have died for thee ! " The madman saith He said so : it is strange.
Sayfa 173 - But had you - oh, with the same perfect brow, And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth, And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind! Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged 'God and the glory! never care for gain. The present by the future, what is that? 'Live for fame, side by side with Agnolo! 'Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!
Sayfa 198 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, hut a star.
Sayfa 276 - I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale. What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? To man, propose this test— Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way...