Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC.S. Francis & Company, 1852 - 225 páginas |
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... sound , What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen Of a god , or a mortal , or nature between , — Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound , To have sight of my pangs , —or some guerdon obtain- Lo ! a god in the ...
... sound , What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen Of a god , or a mortal , or nature between , — Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound , To have sight of my pangs , —or some guerdon obtain- Lo ! a god in the ...
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... sound Than aught the thunder rolls , -outthundering it , - Of power to shatter in Poseidon's fist The trident - spear , which , while it plagues the sea , Doth shake the shores around it . Ay , and Zeus , By this destruction , lost ...
... sound Than aught the thunder rolls , -outthundering it , - Of power to shatter in Poseidon's fist The trident - spear , which , while it plagues the sea , Doth shake the shores around it . Ay , and Zeus , By this destruction , lost ...
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... sound , - ! And æther goes mingling in storm with the sea Such a curse on my head , in a manifest dread , From the hand of your Zeus has been hurtled along ! O my mother's fair glory ! O , Æther , enringing , All eyes , with the sweet ...
... sound , - ! And æther goes mingling in storm with the sea Such a curse on my head , in a manifest dread , From the hand of your Zeus has been hurtled along ! O my mother's fair glory ! O , Æther , enringing , All eyes , with the sweet ...
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... ran My tears off , I knew Flush , and rose above Surprise and sadness ; thanking the true PAN , Who , by low creatures , leads to heights of love . FINITE AND INFINITE . THE wind sounds only in opposing SONNETS Flush or Faunus.
... ran My tears off , I knew Flush , and rose above Surprise and sadness ; thanking the true PAN , Who , by low creatures , leads to heights of love . FINITE AND INFINITE . THE wind sounds only in opposing SONNETS Flush or Faunus.
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... sounds only in opposing straights , The sea , beside the shore ; man's spirit rends Its quiet only up against the ends Of wants and oppositions , loves and hates , Where worked and worn by passionate debates , And losing by the loss it ...
... sounds only in opposing straights , The sea , beside the shore ; man's spirit rends Its quiet only up against the ends Of wants and oppositions , loves and hates , Where worked and worn by passionate debates , And losing by the loss it ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.