Poems: A blot in the 'scutcheonTicknor, Reed and Fields, 1850 |
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... laugh at me . Guen . Who , I ? Has what I'm fain to hope Arrived , then ? Does that huge tome show some blot In the Earl's ' scutcheon come no longer back Than Arthur's time ? Tresh . When left you Mildred's chamber ? Guen . Oh late ...
... laugh at me . Guen . Who , I ? Has what I'm fain to hope Arrived , then ? Does that huge tome show some blot In the Earl's ' scutcheon come no longer back Than Arthur's time ? Tresh . When left you Mildred's chamber ? Guen . Oh late ...
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... cover shame's arch - deed ? -That she'll receive Lord Mertoun- ( her own phrase ) — This , who could bear ? Why , you have heard of thieves , Stabbers , the earth's disgrace - who yet have laughed 38 A BLOT IN THE ' SCUTCHEON .
... cover shame's arch - deed ? -That she'll receive Lord Mertoun- ( her own phrase ) — This , who could bear ? Why , you have heard of thieves , Stabbers , the earth's disgrace - who yet have laughed 38 A BLOT IN THE ' SCUTCHEON .
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Robert Browning. Stabbers , the earth's disgrace - who yet have laughed , -I'll betray " Talk not of tortures to me— " No comrade I've pledged faith too ! " - you have heard Of wretched women - all but Mildreds - tied By wild illicit ...
Robert Browning. Stabbers , the earth's disgrace - who yet have laughed , -I'll betray " Talk not of tortures to me— " No comrade I've pledged faith too ! " - you have heard Of wretched women - all but Mildreds - tied By wild illicit ...
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... laughed her subtlest skill to scorn . Oh , ' tis not so with me ! the first woe fell , And the rest fall upon it , not on me : Else should I bear that Henry comes not ? —fails Just this first night out of so many nights ? Loving is done ...
... laughed her subtlest skill to scorn . Oh , ' tis not so with me ! the first woe fell , And the rest fall upon it , not on me : Else should I bear that Henry comes not ? —fails Just this first night out of so many nights ? Loving is done ...
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... . All of it ! Tresh . How we waded — years ago— After those water - lilies , till the plash , I know not how , surprised us ; and you dared Neither advance nor turn back , so we stood Laughing A BLOT IN THE ' SCUTCHEON . 55.
... . All of it ! Tresh . How we waded — years ago— After those water - lilies , till the plash , I know not how , surprised us ; and you dared Neither advance nor turn back , so we stood Laughing A BLOT IN THE ' SCUTCHEON . 55.
Términos y frases comunes
Anael arms Austin bezants blood Brac Braccio breast breath brow cheek Chiappino dare dead deed Djabal DOMIZIA doubt dream Druses Duke Enter eyes face Faenza faith Florence Florentines Gerard give God's gold Guards Guen Guendolen guilders Hakeem hand head hear heard heart Heaven hold Jacynth keep Khalil knew Lady laugh leave Lebanon lips live look Lord Tresham Loys Lucca Luit Luitolfo Luria Masaccio Mertoun Mildred neath never night Nuncio o'er Ogni once past Pisa praise Prefect pride Provost Puccio round seemed shame silent soul speak spoke stand stood sure sure as fate sword tell thee there's Theseus thine Thorold thou art thought thro Tiburzio Tresh tribe trust truth turn twas Venice voice What's word wrong
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Página 312 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. 'Go,' cried the Mayor, 'and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats ! ' — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a 'First, if you please, my thousand guilders!
Página 319 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, '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!
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Página 318 - ... other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
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Página 310 - Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a...
Página 319 - Aix" — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.