Selections from [his] Poetical WorksSmith, Elder & Company, 1874 |
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Page 19
... shame , should he shrink , overawed , " Yet to capture the creature made shift , " That his rude boys might laugh at the gift , " To the page who last leaped o'er the fence 1 " Of the pit , on no greater pretence " The Glove . 19.
... shame , should he shrink , overawed , " Yet to capture the creature made shift , " That his rude boys might laugh at the gift , " To the page who last leaped o'er the fence 1 " Of the pit , on no greater pretence " The Glove . 19.
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... o'er the world wide , Castles a - fire , men on their march , The toppling tower , the crashing arch ; And up he looked , and awhile he eyed The row of crests and shields and banners Of all achievements after all manners , And " ay ...
... o'er the world wide , Castles a - fire , men on their march , The toppling tower , the crashing arch ; And up he looked , and awhile he eyed The row of crests and shields and banners Of all achievements after all manners , And " ay ...
Page 47
... o'er them the lady's clasped hands met , And on those hands her chin was set , And her upturned face met the face of the crone Wherein the eyes had grown and grown As if she could double and quadruple At pleasure the The Flight of the ...
... o'er them the lady's clasped hands met , And on those hands her chin was set , And her upturned face met the face of the crone Wherein the eyes had grown and grown As if she could double and quadruple At pleasure the The Flight of the ...
Page 62
... O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume - flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on . VI . By Hasselt , Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris " Stay spur ! " Your Roos ...
... O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume - flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on . VI . By Hasselt , Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris " Stay spur ! " Your Roos ...
Page 66
... O'er each visioned homicide That came vaunting ( has he lied ? ) To reside - where he died , As I ride , as I ride . IV . As I ride , as I ride , Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied , Yet his hide , streaked and pied , As I ride , as I ...
... O'er each visioned homicide That came vaunting ( has he lied ? ) To reside - where he died , As I ride , as I ride . IV . As I ride , as I ride , Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied , Yet his hide , streaked and pied , As I ride , as I ...
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beauty bird blood breast breath brow Caliban cheek Clement Marot CLEON dare Dark Tower dead death drop Duke earth eyes face Fano feast fire flesh flowers furled Gismond give God's gold grew grey hair hand hath hauberk head heart heaven hope Italy Jacynth King kiss lady LAST DUCHESS laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or man's mind Moldavia mouth neath never night o'er once paint pass past perfect PIPPA PASSES play Pornic praise pride rapture rest ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round Saint Saul Setebos shut side sings sleep smile song soul speak star stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro touch travertine truth turn twixt Ulpian VIII watch whole wonder word youth Zeus
Popular passages
Page 341 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 336 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Page 335 - 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!
Page 246 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Page 244 - 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.
Page 69 - Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, — He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, — not thro...
Page 69 - THE LOST LEADER. 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...
Page 191 - Noon strikes, — here sweeps the procession! our Lady borne smiling and smart With a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart!
Page 332 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in!
Page 273 - Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone! Cramped and diminished, Moaned he, "New measures, other feet anon! "My dance is finished?