Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning. Robert Browning

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СКАЧАТЬ Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.60

GARDEN FANCIES

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THE FLOWER'S NAME

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      Here's the garden she walked across,

       Arm in my arm, such a short while since;

       Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss

       Hinders the hinges and makes them wince!

       She must have reached this shrub ere she turned,5

       As back with that murmur the wicket swung;

       For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned,

       To feed and forget it the leaves among.

      Down this side of the gravel-walk

       She went while her robe's edge brushed the box;10

       And here she paused in her gracious talk

       To point me a moth on the milk-white phlox.

       Roses, ranged in valiant row,

       I will never think that she passed you by!

       She loves you, noble roses, I know;15

       But yonder, see, where the rock-plants lie!

      This flower she stopped at, finger on lip,

       Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim;

       Till she gave me, with pride to make no slip,

       Its soft meandering Spanish name.20

       What a name! Was it love or praise?

       Speech half-asleep or song half-awake?

       I must learn Spanish, one of these days,

       Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

      Roses, if I live and do well,25

       I may bring her, one of these days,

       To fix you fast with as fine a spell,

       Fit you each with his Spanish phrase;

       But do not detain me now; for she lingers

       There, like sunshine over the ground,30

       And ever I see her soft white fingers

       Searching after the bud she found.

      Flower, you Spaniard, look that you grow not;

       Stay as you are and be loved forever!

       Bud, if I kiss you 'tis that you blow not;35

       Mind, the shut pink month opens never!

       For while it pouts, her fingers wrestle,

       Twinkling the audacious leaves between,

       Till round they turn and down they nestle—

       Is not the dear mark still to be seen?40

      Where I find her not, beauties vanish;

       Whither I follow her, beauties flee;

       Is there no method to tell her in Spanish

       June's twice June since she breathed it with me?

       Come, bud, show me the least of her traces,45

       Treasure my lady's lightest footfall!

       —Ah, you may flout and turn up your faces—

       Roses, you are not so fair after all!

MEETING AT NIGHT

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      The gray 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,5

       And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

      Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

       Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

       A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

       And blue spurt of a lighted match,10

       And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

       Than the two hearts beating each to each!

PARTING AT MORNING

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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.

EVELYN HOPE

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