Studies of Some of Robert Browning's PoemsSunday School Association, 1893 - 180 pages |
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Abt Vogler Anael Andrea Del Sarto artist Asolo beauty Bible Browning Browning's chapel character Christ Christian Cimabue Cloth Cosimo de Medici creation Dark Tower darkness death deed destiny divine Djabal doom dreadful Druses earth earthly Essex Hall eternal exaltation eyes faith feel flesh Florence Fra Lippo Lippi gift Giotto give glory God's Hakeem heart heaven hope human Hymns ideal immortal impulse infinite Jules Khalil Lessons life's living looks lover Loys man's Master mind moral nature never Nuncio orchestrion Ottima outward painting Paracelsus passion perfect picture Pippa passes poem poet postage Prefect Price religion religious revelation ROBERT BROWNING says Sebald seems Sewed 3d song Sordello soul spiritual story sublime SUNDAY SCHOOL ASSOCIATION supreme teachers teaching tells thee things thinks thou art thought toccata Toccata of Galuppi's truth verse vision voice wife woman wonder words worship young
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Page 143 - 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 126 - For, don't you mark, we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted— better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that — God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Page 59 - And bade me creep past. 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 59 - 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...
Page 106 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period...
Page 144 - 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 124 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
Page 129 - That arm is wrongly put — and there again — A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines, Its body, so to speak : its soul is right, He means right — that, a child may understand.
Page 22 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Page 102 - I am named and known by that moment's feat ; There took my station and degree ; So grew my own small life complete, As nature obtained her best of me — One born to love you, sweet...