A Selection from the Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: First Series |
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I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and with my childhood's faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints , -I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life !
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and with my childhood's faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints , -I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life !
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Página 125 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart, to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows ? " He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 144 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron 10 In the factories, round and round.
Página 6 - But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face. He will say: 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in, And I kneel here for thy grace.
Página 143 - is very dreary ;" " Our young feet," they say, "are very weak ! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary — Our grave-rest is very far to seek. Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old. "True," say the children, " it may happen That we die before our time.
Página 215 - She never found fault with you, never implied Your wrong by her right ; and yet men at her side Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — My Kate.
Página 264 - WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat • With the dragon-fly on the river? He tore out a reed, the great god Pan...
Página 133 - I 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. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death : Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe, Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Página 128 - He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation, And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration; Nor ever shall he be, in praise, by wise or good forsaken, Named softly as the household name of one whom God hath taken.
Página 265 - He tore out a reed, the great God Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river : The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.
Página 117 - Like a lady's ringlets brown, Flow thy silken ears adown Either side demurely, Of thy silver-suited breast Shining out from all the rest Of thy body purely.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | A Selection from the Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: First Series |
| Autor | Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
| Editor | Smith, Elder, 1884 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 21 Sep. 2007 |
| Largo | 262 páginas |
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