The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert BrowningHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 |
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Strana 465 - I held my tongue, and spake nothing : I kept silence, yea, even from good words; but it was pain and grief to me.
Strana 442 - WHY?" Because all I haply can and do, All that I am now, all I hope to be — Whence comes it save from fortune setting free Body and soul the purpose to pursue, God traced for both ? If fetters, not a few, Of prejudice, convention, fall from me, These shall I bid men — each in his degree Also God-guided — bear, and gaily too ? But little do or can the best of us : That little is achieved through Liberty.
Strana 282 - Loving ! what claim to love has work of mine? Concede my life were emptied of its gains To furnish forth and fill work's strict confine, Who works so for the world's sake — he complains With cause when hate, not love, rewards his pains. I looked beyond the world for truth and beauty : Sought, found and did my duty.
Strana 130 - A boy threw stones : he picked them up and stored them in his vest. So tottered, muttered, mumbled he, till he died, perhaps found rest. " Is there a reason in nature for these hard hearts?
Strana 436 - AT the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where — by death, fools think, imprisoned — Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, — Pity me ? Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken ! What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly ? Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel — Being — who ? One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break,...
Strana 246 - You groped your way across my room i' the dear dark dead of night ; At each fresh step a stumble was : but, once your lamp alight, Easy and plain you walked again : so soon all wrong grew right ! What lay on floor to trip your foot ? Each object, late awry, Looked fitly placed, nor proved offence to footing free — for why? The lamp showed all, discordant late, grown simple symmetry. Be love your light and trust your guide, with these explore my heart ! No obstacle to trip you then, strike hands...
Strana 430 - I KNOW there shall dawn a day — Is it here on homely earth ? Is it yonder, worlds away, Where the strange and new have birth, That Power comes full in play...
Strana xi - Or, not to multiply instances, as when Dante wrote what I will transcribe from my wife's Testament — wherein I recorded it fourteen years ago — ' Thus I believe, thus I affirm, thus I am certain it is, that from this life I shall pass to another better, there, where that lady lives, of whom my soul was enamoured.
Strana 111 - s the gold ! and all the good I find in fancy is, it serves to set Gold's inmost glint free, gold which comes up rude And rayless from the mine. All fume and fret Of artistry beyond this point pursued Brings out another sort of burnish : yet Always the ingot has its very own Value, a sparkle struck from truth alone.
Strana 65 - What, no way but this that man may learn and lay to heart how rife Life were with delights would only death allow their taste to life? Must the rose sigh " Pluck — I perish ! " must the eve weep '' Gaze — I fade ! " — Every sweet warn " 'Ware my bitter ! " every shine bid "Wait my shade?