Books with author Robert Browning

Hamelin Town 'a in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The liver Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot yon never spied; But. when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin was a pity. Rats!They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats.Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chats,By drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and fiats.At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ^ "'Tis clear," cried they "our Mayor's a noddy; , And as for our Corporation—shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ennine >'l For dolts that can't or won't determineWhat s best to rid us of our vermin! , Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking -1 To find the remedy we're lacking, "~> Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" O At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.An hour they sate in council,At length the Mayor broke silence:"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell; •I wish I were a mile hence!It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—I'm sure my poor head aches againI've scratched it so, and all in vain.Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"Just as he said this, what should hapAt the chamber door but a gentle tap?"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that,Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?Anything like the sound oi a ratMakes my heart go pit-a-pat!""Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger;And in did come the strangest figure;His queer, long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red;And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin!He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,By means of a secret charm, to drawAll creatures living beneath the sun,That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,After me so as you never saw!And I chiefly use my charmOn creatures that do people harm,The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper:And people call me the Pied Piper."(And here they noticed round his neckA scarf of red and yellow stripe,To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;And his fingers, they noticed, were everstraying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats; And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? Fifty thousand 1" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.Into the street the Piper stept,Smiling first a little smile,As if he knew what raagio sleptIn his quiet pipe the while;Then, like a musical adept,To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledLike a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,You heard as if an army muttered;And the muttering grew to a grumbling;And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,Families by tens and dozens,Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—Followed the Piper for their lives,From street to street he piped, advancing,And step by step tbey followed, dancing.Until they came to the river WeserWherein all plunged and perished.

Hamelin Town 'a in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The liver Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot yon never spied; But. when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin was a pity. Rats!They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats.Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chats,By drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and fiats.At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ^ "'Tis clear," cried they "our Mayor's a noddy; , And as for our Corporation—shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ennine >'l For dolts that can't or won't determineWhat s best to rid us of our vermin! , Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking -1 To find the remedy we're lacking, "~> Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" O At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.An hour they sate in council,At length the Mayor broke silence:"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell; •I wish I were a mile hence!It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—I'm sure my poor head aches againI've scratched it so, and all in vain.Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"Just as he said this, what should hapAt the chamber door but a gentle tap?"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that,Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?Anything like the sound oi a ratMakes my heart go pit-a-pat!""Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger;And in did come the strangest figure;His queer, long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red;And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin!He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,By means of a secret charm, to drawAll creatures living beneath the sun,That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,After me so as you never saw!And I chiefly use my charmOn creatures that do people harm,The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper:And people call me the Pied Piper."(And here they noticed round his neckA scarf of red and yellow stripe,To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;And his fingers, they noticed, were everstraying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats; And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? Fifty thousand 1" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.Into the street the Piper stept,Smiling first a little smile,As if he knew what raagio sleptIn his quiet pipe the while;Then, like a musical adept,To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledLike a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,You heard as if an army muttered;And the muttering grew to a grumbling;And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,Families by tens and dozens,Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—Followed the Piper for their lives,From street to street he piped, advancing,And step by step tbey followed, dancing.Until they came to the river WeserWherein all plunged and perished.

Hamelin Town 'a in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The liver Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot yon never spied; But. when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin was a pity. Rats!They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats.Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chats,By drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and fiats.At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ^ "'Tis clear," cried they "our Mayor's a noddy; , And as for our Corporation—shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ennine >'l For dolts that can't or won't determineWhat s best to rid us of our vermin! , Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking -1 To find the remedy we're lacking, "~> Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" O At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.An hour they sate in council,At length the Mayor broke silence:"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell; •I wish I were a mile hence!It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—I'm sure my poor head aches againI've scratched it so, and all in vain.Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"Just as he said this, what should hapAt the chamber door but a gentle tap?"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that,Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?Anything like the sound oi a ratMakes my heart go pit-a-pat!""Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger;And in did come the strangest figure;His queer, long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red;And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin!He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,By means of a secret charm, to drawAll creatures living beneath the sun,That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,After me so as you never saw!And I chiefly use my charmOn creatures that do people harm,The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper:And people call me the Pied Piper."(And here they noticed round his neckA scarf of red and yellow stripe,To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;And his fingers, they noticed, were everstraying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats; And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? Fifty thousand 1" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.Into the street the Piper stept,Smiling first a little smile,As if he knew what raagio sleptIn his quiet pipe the while;Then, like a musical adept,To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledLike a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,You heard as if an army muttered;And the muttering grew to a grumbling;And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,Families by tens and dozens,Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—Followed the Piper for their lives,From street to street he piped, advancing,And step by step tbey followed, dancing.Until they came to the river WeserWherein all plunged and perished.

The technical details of early 20th century British warships were recorded in a set of plans produced by the builders on completion of every ship. Known as the "as fitted" general arrangements, these drawings documented the exact appearance and fitting of the ship as it entered service. Today these plans form part of the incomparable collection of the National Maritime Museum at Greenwich, which is using the latest scanning technology to make digital copies of the highest quality. This book is the first of a series based entirely on these drafts which will depict famous warships in an unprecedented degree of detail--complete sets in full color, with many close-ups and enlargements that make every aspect clear and comprehensible. The celebrated battleship Warspite is an ideal introduction to this new series--an apparently familiar subject, but the result is an anatomy that will fascinate every warship enthusiast and modeler.

THIS IS YOUR OPPORTUNITY TO DEFINE AND LIVE YOUR IDEAL LIFEPeople like you have been asking important questions about life, what it is, what it means, how to live it, for thousands of years. You would think we would have the answers by now. And we do, but they are much more personal than you might have thought. Your ideal life is unique to you. You must discover what it is and how to live it for yourself. To live your ideal life, you must:Be independent of outside forces, your culture, family expectations, fads and other social pressuresDevelop the perspective to know what has value, accept your limitations and know how to connect with othersLearn the life skills necessary to thrive in a complex worldPersonal Wisdom will help you discover the secret to your life. Your life, no one else’s. You will understand what blocks you from your best life and what to do about it. Imagine a new you, a better world and create the meaning that will define your life. In a practical and easy to follow presentation, “Dr. Bob” explains concepts (like your 12,000 years-out-of-date brain), asks questions and suggests actions you can take to create a new life. The last section is a comprehensive Personal Truths you can complete to solidify your personal wisdom.Discover these life essentials:How to define your ideal lifeThe ultimate communications techniqueHow to solve every problemHow to resolve conflictsWhat women wantWhat men want to avoid Why "fair" can’t exist for grownupsHow to tell someone a difficult truthAnd dozens moreIn 1973, author Bob Brown was awarded a Ph.D. in psychology, learning from such luminaries as Abraham Maslow, Carl Rogers, and Viktor Frankl among others. He has taught, coached and counseled people who wanted to improve their lives for almost fifty years. He has written over twenty books, numerous papers and given presentations in four continents. Explore his knowledge, experience and wisdom to enrich your own. Your ideal life awaits.

The Pied Piper of Hamelin (German: Rattenfänger von Hameln, the Rat-Catcher of Hamelin) is the subject of a legend concerning the departure or death of a great number of children from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in multicolored ("pied") clothing, leading the children away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizenry refuses to pay for this service, he retaliates by turning his power that he put in his instrument on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. This version of the story spread as folklore. This version has also appeared in the writings of, amongst others, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the Brothers Grimm and Robert Browning.

Robert Browning's Poem About Mortality Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night-air again. Five minutes full, I waited first In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the common's centre - Robert Browning, Christmas Eve When the poet finds himself outside a church on Christmas Eve, he ventures inside and finds a conversation he never considered. This Xist Classics edition has been professionally formatted for e-readers with a linked table of contents. This ebook also contains a bonus book club leadership guide and discussion questions. We hope you’ll share this book with your friends, neighbors and colleagues and can’t wait to hear what you have to say about it.Xist Publishing is a digital-first publisher. Xist Publishing creates books for the touchscreen generation and is dedicated to helping everyone develop a lifetime love of reading, no matter what form it takes Get your next Xist Classic title for Kindle here: http://amzn.to/1A7cKKl Find all our our books for Kindle here: http://amzn.to/1PooxLl Sign up for the Xist Publishing Newsletter here. Find more great titles on our website.