Complete Works of Robert Browning: The return of the Druses. A blot in the s̓cutcheon. Colombe's birthday. Luria. A soul's tragedyT. Y. Crowell, 1898 |
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Adolf All's Anael Austin Ayoob blood blot Braccio Chiappino claim Cleves Clugnet Colombe Colombe's Colombe's Birthday comes confess Courtiers dare death deed divine Djabal Domizia doubt dramatic dream Druses Duchess Duke Earl Enter Eulalia exalt eyes Faenza faith Florence Florentines Gaucelme Gerard give God's goes guards Guendolen Guibert Hakeem hand hear heart Heaven hold Husain Isle Jacopo Juliers Karshook keep Khalil lady leave Lebanon live look Lord Tresham Loys Lucca Luitolfo Luria Maani Melchior Mertoun Mildred Mildred's naught never night Nuncio o'er Ogniben once pause Pisa play praise Prefect Prince Berthold Provost Puccio Ravestein reward Sabyne sake SCUTCHEON seems shame silent soul speak stand sure sword tell thee there's Thorold thou thought Tiburzio tribe true trust truth turn Valence Venice wait word wrongs
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Page 249 - A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one ; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.
Page 83 - Farewell ! Stay, Henry . . . wherefore ? His foot is on the yew-tree bough ; the turf Receives him : now the moonlight as he runs Embraces him — but he must go — is gone. Ah, once again he turns — thanks, thanks, my love ! He 's gone. Oh I '11 believe him every word ! I was so young, I loved him so, I had No mother, God forgot me, and I fell.
Page 78 - Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild-grape cluster. Gush in golden-tinted plenty down her neck's rose-misted marble: Then her voice's music . . . call it the well's bubbling, the bird's warble...
Page 78 - There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest; And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure faith's the surest: And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre Hid i...
Page 246 - And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours : We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt there ; now it is, as it was then ; All changes at his instantaneous will, a3S Not by the operation of a law Whose maker is elsewhere at other work.
Page 212 - Where, e'en tho' better follow, good must pass, Nor manhood's strength can mate with boyhood's grace, Nor age's wisdom, in its turn, find strength, But silently the first gift dies away, And tho' the new stays, never both at once ! Life's time of savage instinct's o'er with me.
Page xi - O' the world are that ? What use of swells and falls From Levites' choir, Priests