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- Author: Robert Browning
- Publisher: University of Michigan Library
- ISBN-10: 142552687X
- ISBN-13: 9781425526870
- Format: 15.6 x 23.4 x 1.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Fifine At the Fair, and Other Poems. by Robert Browning. (e-book) (used book) | bookbook.eu
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Excerpt from Fifine at the Fair: And Other Poems
Donna Elvira.
Don Juan, might you please to help one give a guess,
Hold up a candle, clear this fine mysteriousness?
Don Juan.
Madam, if needs I must declare the truth, - in short...
Donna Elvira.
Fie! for a man of mode, accustomed at the court
To such style of thing, how awkwardly my lord
Attempts defence! You move compassion, - that's the word, -
Dumfoundered and chapfallen! Why don't you arm your brow
With noble impudence? Why don't you swear and vow
No sort of change is come to any sentiment
You ever had for me? Affection holds the bent;
You love me now as erst, with passion that makes pale
All ardor else: nor aught in nature can avail
To separate us two, save what, in stopping breath,
May, peradventure, stop devotion likewise, - death!
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- Author: Robert Browning
- Publisher: University of Michigan Library
- ISBN-10: 142552687X
- ISBN-13: 9781425526870
- Format: 15.6 x 23.4 x 1.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Excerpt from Fifine at the Fair: And Other Poems
Donna Elvira.
Don Juan, might you please to help one give a guess,
Hold up a candle, clear this fine mysteriousness?
Don Juan.
Madam, if needs I must declare the truth, - in short...
Donna Elvira.
Fie! for a man of mode, accustomed at the court
To such style of thing, how awkwardly my lord
Attempts defence! You move compassion, - that's the word, -
Dumfoundered and chapfallen! Why don't you arm your brow
With noble impudence? Why don't you swear and vow
No sort of change is come to any sentiment
You ever had for me? Affection holds the bent;
You love me now as erst, with passion that makes pale
All ardor else: nor aught in nature can avail
To separate us two, save what, in stopping breath,
May, peradventure, stop devotion likewise, - death!
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