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Há 5 dias · I. 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
Há 1 dia · For love of her, and all in vain; So, she was come through wind and rain. Be sure I looked up at her eyes. Proud, very proud; at last I knew. Porphyria worshipped me; surprise. Made my heart swell, and still it grew. While I debated what to do. That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found.
Há 5 dias · Robert Browning Quotes. Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph? To do good thing in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life. My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.
Há 4 dias · Sonnet Xxvii. My own Beloved, who hast lifted me. From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown. A life - breath, till the forehead hopefully. Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own, Who camest to me when the world was gone,
Há 2 dias · L’un des poètes les plus célèbres de cette époque était Elizabeth Barrett Browning. « How Do I Love Thee? » est parmi sa collection de sonnets pour son cher mari, Robert Browning. La relation entre Barrett et Browning n’était pas toujours facile. Le père d’Elizabeth ne voulait pas que ses enfants se marient.
Há 2 dias · Download free public domain image of “Robert Browning. Photograph by Julia Margaret Cameron, 1865. Created May 1865. Robert Browning (1812–1889). Contributors: Julia Margaret Cameron (1815–1879). Work ID: yfgbyka3.” from the Look and Learn History Picture Archive
Há 1 dia · He is with her; and they know that I know. Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow. While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear. Empty church, to pray God in, for them!-I am here. III. Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste, Pound at thy powder,-I am not in haste!
