Robert Browning

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  • Nos, vége! s bármily fájó íz is,
    úgy fáj-e, mint hivém?
    Ejh! jójszakát cseveg a csíz is
    már a tornác ivén!

    A szőlők ifjú rügye pelyhes,
    így láttam én ma még,
    de holnap mind pattanva kelyhes
    - s lásd, minden szín kiég...

    Drágám, hát ránk is ily...

  • A szürke tenger, a fekete táj:
    a hold, mint sárga, görbe kés:
    s az álmukból riadó pici
    hullámok tüzes gyűrűi,
    mikor az öbölbe fordulok, és
    csónakom a parton megáll.
     
    Aztán egy mérföld sós homok:
    három dűlőn túl a tanya:
    ablak,...

  • From “Paracelsus”
    I KNEW, I felt, (perception unexpressed,
    Uncomprehended by our narrow thought,
    But somehow felt and known in every shift
    And change in the spirit,—nay, in every pore
    Of the body, even,)—what God is, what we are,
    What life is—how...

  • From “Pippa Passes”
    THE YEAR ’S at the spring,
    And day ’s at the morn;
    Morning ’s at seven;
    The hill-side ’s dew-pearled;
    The lark ’s on the wing;
    The snail ’s on the thorn;
    God ’s in His heaven—
    All ’s right with the world.

  • Early one winter morn, in such a village as this,
    Snow-whitened everywhere except the middle road
    Ice-roughed by track of sledge, there worked by his abode
    Ivàn Ivànovitch, the carpenter, employed
    On a huge shipmast trunk; his axe now trimmed and toyed
    ...

  • King Charles, and who ’ll do him right now?
    King Charles, and who ’s ripe for fight now?
    Give a rouse: here ’s, in hell’s despite now,
    King Charles!

    Who gave me the goods that went since?
    Who raised me the house that sank once?
    Who helped me to...

  • 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...

  • I Sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he;
    I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
    “Good speed!” cried the watch as the gatebolts undrew,
    “Speed!” echoed the wall to us galloping through.
    Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest;
    And...

  • On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two,
      Did the English fight the French—woe to France!
    And the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue,
    Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue,
      Came crowding ship on ship to...

  • (Peter Ronsard loquitur)
    “HEIGHO,” yawned one day King Francis,
    “Distance all value enhances!
    When a man’s busy, why, leisure
    Strikes him as wonderful pleasure—
    ’Faith, and at leisure once is he?
    Straightway he wants to be busy.
    Here we ’ve...