Dramatis PersonæChapman and Hall, 1864 - 250 pages |
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... grows , Or decomposes but to recompose , Become my universe that feels and knows ! TOTHE LONDON : PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS , STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS . WORKS . POETICAL WORKS . 66 INCLUDING AURORA LEIGH . 250 EPILOGUE .
... grows , Or decomposes but to recompose , Become my universe that feels and knows ! TOTHE LONDON : PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS , STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS . WORKS . POETICAL WORKS . 66 INCLUDING AURORA LEIGH . 250 EPILOGUE .
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Robert Browning. WORKS . POETICAL WORKS . 66 INCLUDING AURORA LEIGH . " Sixth Edition . Four Vols . , fcap . 8vo . 24s . With a Portrait of Mrs. BROWNING . AURORA LEIGH . A POEM . Sixth Edition , with Portrait of Mrs. BROWNING . Fcap ...
Robert Browning. WORKS . POETICAL WORKS . 66 INCLUDING AURORA LEIGH . " Sixth Edition . Four Vols . , fcap . 8vo . 24s . With a Portrait of Mrs. BROWNING . AURORA LEIGH . A POEM . Sixth Edition , with Portrait of Mrs. BROWNING . Fcap ...
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ABT VOGLER Antichrist AURORA LEIGH awhile Bactrian beast believe brain breath brow CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS Cerinthus cheat Christ clay dead death Don't fear doubt earth eyes face fact fancy Fcap fear feel fingers fire flesh fool gain ghost give gold grow hair hand hate hath head hear heard heart Heaven Judge kiss laugh life's lips live look Louis-d'or man's mind mouth NATURAL THEOLOGY never nought o'er once pain Patmos play Pornic praise prove raps ROBERT BROWNING round Saint Paul sainted Setebos sigh Sludge smile soul soul's speak spirit STAMFORD STREET stars stop suppose sure tell thee There's things thou thought to-day touch tricks truth turn Twas twixt Valens watch What's whole wonder word worth Xanthus youth
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Page 150 - 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...
Page 71 - 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, but a star.
Page 73 - 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.
Page 77 - 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 74 - And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence For the fulness of the days? Have we withered or agonized? Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized?
Page 79 - 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 73 - 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.
Page 86 - Fool ! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall ; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure : What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be : Time's wheel runs back or stops : Potter and clay endure.
Page 81 - 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!
Page 101 - For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, — believe the aged friend, — Is just our chance o...