Lyrics of life [selected poems].1866 |
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10. oldal
... cheek , A woman , bitterest wrong to speak Of one with sullen thickset brows : And sometimes from the prison - house The angry priests a pale wretch brought , Who through some chink had pushed and pressed , On knees and elbows , belly ...
... cheek , A woman , bitterest wrong to speak Of one with sullen thickset brows : And sometimes from the prison - house The angry priests a pale wretch brought , Who through some chink had pushed and pressed , On knees and elbows , belly ...
16. oldal
... cheek : perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps Over my Lady's wrist too much , " or " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half - flush that dies along her throat " ; such stuff Was courtesy , she thought , and ...
... cheek : perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps Over my Lady's wrist too much , " or " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half - flush that dies along her throat " ; such stuff Was courtesy , she thought , and ...
22. oldal
... cheek , And called me Queen , and made me stoop Under the canopy , - ( a streak That pierced it , of the outside sun , Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun , ) — And they could let me take my state And foolish throne amid applause Of ...
... cheek , And called me Queen , and made me stoop Under the canopy , - ( a streak That pierced it , of the outside sun , Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun , ) — And they could let me take my state And foolish throne amid applause Of ...
32. oldal
... cheek nor beard on chin , But lips where smiles went out and in , There was no guessing his kith and kin ! And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire : Quoth one : " It's as my great - grandsire , Starting up at ...
... cheek nor beard on chin , But lips where smiles went out and in , There was no guessing his kith and kin ! And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire : Quoth one : " It's as my great - grandsire , Starting up at ...
37. oldal
... cheeks and flaxen curls , And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls , Tripping and skipping , ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter . The Mayor was dumb , and the Council stood As if they were changed into ...
... cheeks and flaxen curls , And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls , Tripping and skipping , ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter . The Mayor was dumb , and the Council stood As if they were changed into ...
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angel breast breathed broke brow caught cheek circle their rose Clement Marot COUNT GISMOND cried curls Dante dare darkness dead Dear death dropped earth Evelyn Hope eyes face Fano fear fifty-score strong flowers forever FRENCH CAMP friends furled galloped Give a rouse glove God's gold gray Great-hearted gentlemen grew Guido Reni hand head heart heaven Joris June King Charles LAST DUCHESS laugh light lips look Lorge Love me forever love's lute Madonnas Mayor morning neath never night o'er once PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN praise Rafael's Ratisbon rats ride rills Roland rose-tree round saddle sapphire side sing smile song soul speak speech star stept stirrup stood stoop stopped strange sure sweet thee Theocrite there's thine thou thousand guilders tress turned twilight twixt vermin voice Weser What's wonder word
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26. oldal - 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, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service!
55. oldal - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!"— and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
98. oldal - 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...
35. oldal - Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe...
56. oldal - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
17. oldal - 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...
12. oldal - KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing : And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
41. oldal - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
16. oldal - That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra' Pandolf s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra
33. oldal - I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad, and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.