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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... Sleep A Reverie Work The Long White Seam Though all Great Deeds Married Lovers A Lover's Song A Birthday Daughters of Eve Little Goldilocks The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart Sea - Mews in Winter Time . The Dawn of Love • 59 ...
... Sleep A Reverie Work The Long White Seam Though all Great Deeds Married Lovers A Lover's Song A Birthday Daughters of Eve Little Goldilocks The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart Sea - Mews in Winter Time . The Dawn of Love • 59 ...
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... sleeps the faster that he wept before . AL CONSOLATION . LL 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 ...
... sleeps the faster that he wept before . AL CONSOLATION . LL 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 ...
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... sleep For aye . " But it is patient , and it wakes ; It hath not learned to cry itself to sleep , But plaineth on the bed that it is hard . We did amiss when we did wish it gone And over sorrows humanize our race ; Tears are the showers ...
... sleep For aye . " But it is patient , and it wakes ; It hath not learned to cry itself to sleep , But plaineth on the bed that it is hard . We did amiss when we did wish it gone And over sorrows humanize our race ; Tears are the showers ...
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... sleep , " she sighed , " at the dusk hour , And when the lily blossoms , O come out to me ! " Lost , my dear ? Lost ! nay , deepest Love is that which loseth least : Through the night - time while thou sleepest , Still I watch the ...
... sleep , " she sighed , " at the dusk hour , And when the lily blossoms , O come out to me ! " Lost , my dear ? Lost ! nay , deepest Love is that which loseth least : Through the night - time while thou sleepest , Still I watch the ...
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... SLEEP . SLEEP , we are beholden to thee , sleep , Thou bearest angels to us in the night , Saints out of heaven with palms . Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep ; Love is a pouting child . Sleep , in the world ...
... SLEEP . SLEEP , we are beholden to thee , sleep , Thou bearest angels to us in the night , Saints out of heaven with palms . Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep ; Love is a pouting child . Sleep , in the world ...
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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