Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works, Tema 21,Volumen3Smith Elder, 1873 |
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... Ye perchance would look away ; - Ye would answer me , ' Farewell ! you Make sad company to - day , And your tears are falling faster than the bitter words VOL . III . you say . ' C LXVI . For God placed me like a dial In THE LOST BOWER .
... Ye perchance would look away ; - Ye would answer me , ' Farewell ! you Make sad company to - day , And your tears are falling faster than the bitter words VOL . III . you say . ' C LXVI . For God placed me like a dial In THE LOST BOWER .
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... tears dim the sight , And feet all trembling at the new delight Treaders of earth to be ! II . Ah no ! the lark may bring A song to thee from out the morning cloud , The merry river from its lilies bowed , The brisk rain from the trees ...
... tears dim the sight , And feet all trembling at the new delight Treaders of earth to be ! II . Ah no ! the lark may bring A song to thee from out the morning cloud , The merry river from its lilies bowed , The brisk rain from the trees ...
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... tears , And cross with such amount of weary years Thy day - sum of delight ? IV . Even if the verse were said , Thou , who wouldst clap thy tiny hands to hear The wind or rain , gay bird or river clear , Wouldst , at that sound of sad ...
... tears , And cross with such amount of weary years Thy day - sum of delight ? IV . Even if the verse were said , Thou , who wouldst clap thy tiny hands to hear The wind or rain , gay bird or river clear , Wouldst , at that sound of sad ...
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... tears , And his touches of things common Till they rose to touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus , our Bion , And our Pindar's shining goals ! - These were cup - bearers undying , Of the wine that's meant for souls . And XIII . my Plato ...
... tears , And his touches of things common Till they rose to touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus , our Bion , And our Pindar's shining goals ! - These were cup - bearers undying , Of the wine that's meant for souls . And XIII . my Plato ...
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... tears . Help us , God ! trust us , man , love us , woman ! ' I hold Thy small head in my hands , -with its grapelets of gold Growing bright through my fingers , —like altar for oath , ' Neath the vast golden spaces like witnessing faces ...
... tears . Help us , God ! trust us , man , love us , woman ! ' I hold Thy small head in my hands , -with its grapelets of gold Growing bright through my fingers , —like altar for oath , ' Neath the vast golden spaces like witnessing faces ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels Austria beatific beauty behold beneath bird bless blind bower breath brow calm Casa Guidi windows cheek chrism Cimabue cloud crown curse Cyprus wine Dante dark dear death divine dost doth dream drop earth evermore face fair feet Florence flowers gaze Giotto giveth His beloved glory God's golden gorses grave grow hand hast hear heart heaven holy hope insphere Italy kiss knee leave life's light lips live look love thee love's Malvern Hills mother Naiads Neath never o'er once pale Pan is dead Petrarch pitiful poet poet's praise purple rose round sate shine shout sigh sight silence sing sleep smile snow song soul stand stone sweet Sweetest eyes tears Theocritus thine things thou art thought touch tremble truth turned Tuscan twixt VIII voice ween weep wilt thou go wind word
Pasajes populares
Página 230 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 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...
Página 209 - WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point, — what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented ? Think ! In mounting higher, The angels would press on us and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.
Página 113 - And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, ' Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 213 - I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know A sweeter music than they played to me. But soon their trailing purple was not free Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow, And I myself grew faint and blind below Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come — to be, Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts, Their songs, their...
Página 225 - FIRST time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write ; And ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick with its ' Oh, list,' When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here, plainer to my sight, Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed, Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed ! That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown, "With sanctifying sweetness,...
Página 120 - It went up from the Holy's lips amid his lost creation, That, of the lost, no son should use those words of desolation...
Página 194 - The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm.
Página 207 - I sat alone here in the snow And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink No moment at thy voice, but, link by link, Went counting all my chains as if that so They never could fall off at any blow Struck by thy possible hand, — why, thus I drink Of life's great cup of wonder! Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech, - nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull, Who cannot guess God's presence...
Página 111 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — • He giveth His beloved, sleep...