Poetical Works, Volumen3Smith, Elder & Company, 1872 |
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... CONFESSIONS LOVED ONCE THE HOUSE OF CLOUDS 60 66 69 A SABBATH MORNING AT SEL • 74 A FLOWER IN A LETTER 78 THE MASK CALLS ON THE HEART 84 87 WISDOM UNAPPLIED MEMORY AND HOPE 92 96 HUMAN LIFE'S MYSTERY · A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD THE.
... CONFESSIONS LOVED ONCE THE HOUSE OF CLOUDS 60 66 69 A SABBATH MORNING AT SEL • 74 A FLOWER IN A LETTER 78 THE MASK CALLS ON THE HEART 84 87 WISDOM UNAPPLIED MEMORY AND HOPE 92 96 HUMAN LIFE'S MYSTERY · A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD THE.
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... hope of sweeter talk , — Listening less to her own music than for footsteps on the walk ! XXIII . But that bower appeared a marvel In the wildness of the place ; With such seeming art and travail , Finely fixed and fitted was Leaf to ...
... hope of sweeter talk , — Listening less to her own music than for footsteps on the walk ! XXIII . But that bower appeared a marvel In the wildness of the place ; With such seeming art and travail , Finely fixed and fitted was Leaf to ...
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... hope and many a power— Studious health and merry leisure , The first dew on the first flower ! But the first of all my losses was the losing of the bower . LXI . I have lost the dream of Doing , And the other dream of Done , The first ...
... hope and many a power— Studious health and merry leisure , The first dew on the first flower ! But the first of all my losses was the losing of the bower . LXI . I have lost the dream of Doing , And the other dream of Done , The first ...
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... through the cloud To beat with its wings at the lattice Heaven shuts ; Yet the angels look down and the mortals look up As the little wings beat , And the poet is blessed with their pity or hope 36 A RHAPSODY OF LIFE'S PROGRESS .
... through the cloud To beat with its wings at the lattice Heaven shuts ; Yet the angels look down and the mortals look up As the little wings beat , And the poet is blessed with their pity or hope 36 A RHAPSODY OF LIFE'S PROGRESS .
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning. And the poet is blessed with their pity or hope . ' Twixt the heavens and the earth can a poet despond ? O Life , O Beyond , Thou art strange , thou art sweet ! VII . Then we wring from our souls their ...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. And the poet is blessed with their pity or hope . ' Twixt the heavens and the earth can a poet despond ? O Life , O Beyond , Thou art strange , thou art sweet ! VII . Then we wring from our souls their ...
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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 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 laugh 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
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Página 230 - 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.
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 201 - 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 112 - He giveth His beloved, sleep. 'Sleep soft, beloved!' we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eye-lids creep. But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 111 - 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 120 - Deserted ! who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested Upon the victim's hidden face, no love was manifested ? What frantic hands outstretched have e'er the atoning drops averted ? What tears have washed them from the soul, that one should be deserted ? Deserted!
Página 150 - GODS of Hellas, gods of Hellas, Can ye listen in your silence ? Can your mystic voices tell us Where ye hide ? In floating islands, With a wind that evermore Keeps you out of sight of shore ? Pan, Pan is dead.
Página 28 - Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's place, And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace ! Our Euripides, the human, With his droppings of warm tears, And his touches of things common Till they rose to touch the spheres...
Página 119 - Like a sick child that knoweth not his mother while she blesses And drops upon his burning brow the coolness of her kisses — That turns his fevered eyes around...
Página 51 - THERE is no God,' the foolish saith, But none, ' There is no sorrow,' And nature oft the cry of faith, In bitter need will borrow : Eyes, which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised, And lips say, ' God be pitiful,' Who ne'er said,