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Pippa Passes: Part II: Noon

Scene.—

Over Orcana. The house of Jules, who crosses its threshold with Phene: she is silent, on which Jules begins—

Do not die, Phene! I am yours now, you

Are mine now; let fate reach me how she likes,

If you'll not die: so, never die! Sit here—

My work-room's single seat. I over-lean

This length of hair and lustrous front; they turn

Like an entire flower upward: eyes, lips, last

by Robert Browning

Sordello: Book the Sixth

The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,

And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought

"If matched with symbols of immensity;

"Must quail, forsooth, before a quiet sky

"Or sea, too little for their quietude:"

And, truly, somewhat in Sordello's mood

Confirmed its speciousness, while eve slow sank

Down the near terrace to the farther bank,

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My Last Duchess

FERRARA

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call

That piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf's hands

Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

Will't please you sit and look at her? I said

``Fr Pandolf'' by design, for never read

Strangers like you that pictured countenance,

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Pippa's Song

The year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven—

All's right with the world!

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Introduction: Pippa Passes

New Year's Day at Asolo in the Trevisan

Scene.—

A large mean airy chamber. A girl, Pippa, from the Silk-mills, springing out of bed

Day!

Faster and more fast,

O'er night's brim, day boils at last:

Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim

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My Star

All, that I know

Of a certain star

Is, it can throw

(Like the angled spar)

Now a dart of red,

Now a dart of blue

Till my friends have said

They would fain see, too,

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Pippa's Song

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!

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Pippa Passes: Part I: Morning

Scene.—

Up the Hill-side, inside the Shrub-house. Luca's wife, Ottima, and her paramour, the German Sebald.

Sebald[sings]

Let the watching lids wink!Day's a-blaze with eyes, think!Deep into the night, drink!

Ottima

Night? Such may be your Rhine-land nights perhaps;

But this blood-red beam through the shutter's chink

—We call such light, the morning: let us see!

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Meeting At Night

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed in the slushy sand.

II.

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Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came

My first thought was, he lied in every word,

That hoary cripple, with malicious eye

Askance to watch the working of his lie

On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford

Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored

Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

II.

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The Laboratory-Ancien Régime

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,

May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,

As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy—

-Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?II.He is with her, and they know that I knowWhere they are, what they do: they believe my tears flowWhile they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drearEmpty church, to pray God in, for them!—-I am here.IIIGrind away, moisten and mash up thy paste,Pound at thy powder,—-I am not in haste!Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things,Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's.IVThat in the mortar—-you call it a gum?Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come! And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,Sure to taste sweetly,—-is that poison too?VHad I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!To carry pure death in an earring, a casket,A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree basket!VISoon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give,And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!But to light a pastile, and Elise, with her headAnd her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead!VIIQuick—-is it finished? The colour's too grim!Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim?Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!VIIIWhat a drop! She's not little, no minion like me!That's why she ensnared him: this never will freeThe soul from those masculine eyes,—-Say, ``no!''To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.IXFor only last night, as they whispered, I broughtMy own eyes to bear on her so, that I thoughtCould I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fallShrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all!XNot that I bid you spare her the pain;Let death be felt and the proof remain:Brand, burn up, bite into its grace—-He is sure to remember her dying face!XIIs it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose;It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close;The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee!If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?XIINow, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!But brush this dust off me, lest horror it bringsEre I know it—-next moment I dance at the King's!

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Life In A Love

Escape me?

Never—-

Beloved!

While I am I, and you are you,

So long as the world contains us both,

Me the loving and you the loth

While the one eludes, must the other pursue.

My life is a fault at last, I fear:

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