271 ordspråk av Robert Browning
Robert Browning
Robert Browning föddes den
7 mei 1812 och dog den 12 december
1889 - of the Victorian age, noted for his mastery of dramatic monologue and psychological portraiture.
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me
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Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous / For a plate of turtle green and glutinous.
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Schumann's our music-maker now; / Has his march-movement youth and mouth? Ingres's the modern man that paints; / Which will lean on me, of his saints? / Heine for songs; for kisses, how?
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Shakespeare was with us, Milton was for us/ Burns, Shelley, were with us, - they watch from their graves.
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She had / A heart - how shall I say? - too soon made glad, / Too easily impressed.
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She looked at him, as one who awakes: The past was a sleep, and her life began
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Sidney's self, the starry paladin.
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So free we seem, so fettered fast we are
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So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, / Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
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So, fall asleep love, loved by me...for I know love, I am loved by thee.
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So, one day more I am deified. / Who knows but the world may end tonight?
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So, you despise me, Mr Gigadibs.
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Stand still, true poet that you are! / I know you; let me try and draw you. / Some night you'll fail us: when afar / You rise, remember one man saw you, / Knew you and named a star!
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Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?
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