Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC.S. Francis & Company, 1852 - 225 páginas |
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... pale Of earth - born Argus ! -ah ! -I quail When my soul descries That herdsman with the myriad eyes— Which seem , as he comes , one crafty eye ! Graves hide him not , though he should die , - But he doggeth me in my misery From the ...
... pale Of earth - born Argus ! -ah ! -I quail When my soul descries That herdsman with the myriad eyes— Which seem , as he comes , one crafty eye ! Graves hide him not , though he should die , - But he doggeth me in my misery From the ...
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... pale ivory : And his eye - balls lie quenched with the weight of his brows . The rose fades from his lips , and , upon them just parted , The kiss dies which Cypris consents not to lose , Though the kiss of the Dead cannot make her glad ...
... pale ivory : And his eye - balls lie quenched with the weight of his brows . The rose fades from his lips , and , upon them just parted , The kiss dies which Cypris consents not to lose , Though the kiss of the Dead cannot make her glad ...
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... Pale he lay , thine Adonis , in purples reclining , — The Loves raised their voices around him and wept . They have shorn their bright curls off to cast on Adonis : One treads on his bow , -on his arrows , another , - One breaks up a ...
... Pale he lay , thine Adonis , in purples reclining , — The Loves raised their voices around him and wept . They have shorn their bright curls off to cast on Adonis : One treads on his bow , -on his arrows , another , - One breaks up a ...
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... pale as dew .. And round me and round me ye go ! O pilgrims , I have gasped and run All night long from the whips of one Who in your names works sin and woe . III . And thus I thought that I would come And kneel here where I knelt ...
... pale as dew .. And round me and round me ye go ! O pilgrims , I have gasped and run All night long from the whips of one Who in your names works sin and woe . III . And thus I thought that I would come And kneel here where I knelt ...
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... pale - faced Images , - And my own true Dead will answer for me , that I have not loved amiss , In my love for all these . VII . " The least touch of their hands in the morning , I keep day and night : Their least step on the stair ...
... pale - faced Images , - And my own true Dead will answer for me , that I have not loved amiss , In my love for all these . VII . " The least touch of their hands in the morning , I keep day and night : Their least step on the stair ...
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75 cents 87 cents Adonis æther angels Antistrophe Behold Beloved beneath birds breath brow Casa Guidi windows cheek child Chorus chrism church Cimabue curse Cypris Cytherea dare dark dead dear death deep didst doth dream drop earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING evermore extra gilt eyes face fair FAUNUS feet Florence flowers gaze Giotto glory God's gods grave grief hand Hans Christian Andersen hath hear heart heaven Hephaestus Hermes Hofland holy hope Italy king kiss leave light lips live look love thee man's Maria Edgeworth Mary Howitt moan mortals neath Oceanus pale passion Petrarch pope Prometheus purple rose round sigh sight silence sing smile song sorrow speak stand stars stone Stories sweet tears thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thunder thy soul turn Tuscan twixt weep wilt thou go words wrong Zeus
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Página 163 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 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 149 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile . . her look . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day...
Página 156 - My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white ! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night, This said, — he wished to have me in his sight Once, as a friend: this fixed a...
Página 144 - ... gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from the care Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more. And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear To let thy music drop here unaware In folds of golden fulness at my door? Look up and see the casement broken in, The bats and owlets builders in the roof! My cricket chirps against thy mandolin. Hush, call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That...
Página 152 - ... 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...
Página 155 - MY own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own, Who earnest to me when the world was gone, And I who looked for only God, found thee!
Página 125 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving ; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving ! A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS.
Página 128 - Love me in thy gorgeous airs, When the world has crowned thee; Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, With the angels round thee.
Página 99 - I HAVE a smiling face, she said, I have a jest for all I meet, I have a garland for my head And all its flowers are sweet, — And so you call me gay, she said.
Página 149 - For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, - and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.