Pippa passes
| dc.contributor | Karlin, D |
| dc.contributor.author | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | London |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:54:20Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:54:20Z |
| dc.date.created | 1841 |
| dc.date.issued | 1991-01-11 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1419 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1419 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1419 |
| dc.description.abstract | 1st ed |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Plays -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.title | Pippa passes |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 88103 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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PIPPA PASSES
New Year's Day at Asolo in the Trevisan. 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
5 Where spurting and supprest it lay��
For not a froth-flake touched the rim
Of yonder gap in the solid gray
Of eastern cloud an hour away��
But forth one wavelet then another curled,
10 Till the whole sunrise, not to be supprest,
Rose-reddened, and its seething breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
Day, if I waste a wavelet of thee,
Aught of my twelve-hours' treasure��
15 One of thy gazes, one of thy glances,
(Grants thou art bound to, gifts above measure,)
One of thy choices, one of thy chances,
(Tasks God imposed thee, freaks at thy pleasure,) . . .
