From Queens' Gardens: Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean Ingelow, Adelaide A. Procter, Christina Rossetti, and OthersJ. Knight Company, 1888 - 216 páginas |
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... bring , And make the daylight still a happy thing , And tender voices , to make soft the wind . But if it were not so , if I could find - No love in all the world for comforting , Nor any path but hollowly did ring , Where " dust to ...
... bring , And make the daylight still a happy thing , And tender voices , to make soft the wind . But if it were not so , if I could find - No love in all the world for comforting , Nor any path but hollowly did ring , Where " dust to ...
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... brings me forth the treasures once my own : Shows me a happy place Where leaf - buds swelled apace , And wasting rims of snow in sunlight shone . Rock , in a mossy glade , The larch - trees lend thee shade , That just begin to feather ...
... brings me forth the treasures once my own : Shows me a happy place Where leaf - buds swelled apace , And wasting rims of snow in sunlight shone . Rock , in a mossy glade , The larch - trees lend thee shade , That just begin to feather ...
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... . These are soulless . Bring the white Of thy gown to bathe in light Walls for narrow hearts . The whole Earth is found , and air and sea , Not too wide for thee and me . Not too wide , and yet thy face Gives the Married Lovers.
... . These are soulless . Bring the white Of thy gown to bathe in light Walls for narrow hearts . The whole Earth is found , and air and sea , Not too wide for thee and me . Not too wide , and yet thy face Gives the Married Lovers.
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... bring thee guard it long ; Hide the light from buried eyes Hide it , lest the dead arise . " 66 Year , " I said , and turned away , " I am free of thee this day : All that we two only know , I forgive , and I forego ; So thy face no ...
... bring thee guard it long ; Hide the light from buried eyes Hide it , lest the dead arise . " 66 Year , " I said , and turned away , " I am free of thee this day : All that we two only know , I forgive , and I forego ; So thy face no ...
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... brings . JUDGE NOT . GE not ... JUDGE fall thou darest to despise - May be .. that he may rise And take a firmer , surer stand : Or , trusting less to earthly things , May henceforth learn to use his wings . ONE ONE BY ONE . E by one ...
... brings . JUDGE NOT . GE not ... JUDGE fall thou darest to despise - May be .. that he may rise And take a firmer , surer stand : Or , trusting less to earthly things , May henceforth learn to use his wings . ONE ONE BY ONE . E by one ...
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From Queens' Gardens: Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean ... Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
Angel that cometh baby smile beloved bird Blessed blossoms bower bright CHRISTINA G cold cowslips crown Cusha daily Bread dare to fail dark day break days go dead dear death divine doth doubting heart dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING fade faint fair fall fear feet flowers friends garden Give glory God's golden Goldilocks grief hath Heaven holy hope hour JEAN INGELOW Lamb of God leave Life's light lilies look Lord love thee LOVE UNDERSTANDS Love-lies-bleeding love's loved once Maiden mystery never night ocean spray pain peace pleasure pray prayers reap rose shadow shine sigh silence sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SOWING AND REAPING spring starry stars strife sweet tears tender thine things thorn thou art to-day to-morrow treasure Trust and Rest Truth Unveiled uppe voice wait weary weep wilt thou go wind wings word
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Página 183 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
Página 69 - I sat and spun within the doore, ' My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. ' Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song.
Página 72 - Then beaten foam flew round about — Then all the mighty floods were out. So farre, so fast the eygre drave, The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at...
Página 108 - One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below : Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band : One will fade as others greet thee ; Shadows passing through the land. Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain ; God will help thee for to-morrow, So each day begin again. Every hour that fleets so slowly Has its task to do or bear ; Luminous the crown, and holy, If thou set each...
Página 209 - I HOPED, that with the brave and strong, My portioned task might lie ; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well ; I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish fell.
Página 11 - WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil ; Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow- workers of the soil To wear for amulets.
Página 14 - TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless — That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens.
Página 68 - Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. " Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe
Página 107 - One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Página 12 - Au. are not taken ! there are left behind Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring. And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so — if I could find No love in all the world for comforting. Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where