The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Complete in One VolJames Miller, 1870 - 533 páginas |
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... dropt thy wings in languishment Overclouding foot and face ; As if God's throne were eminent Before thee, in the place. Yet not — not so, 0 loving spirit and meek, dost thou fulfil The Supreme Will, Not for obeisance but obedience. Give ...
... dropt thy wings in languishment Overclouding foot and face ; As if God's throne were eminent Before thee, in the place. Yet not — not so, 0 loving spirit and meek, dost thou fulfil The Supreme Will, Not for obeisance but obedience. Give ...
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... Dropt upon its eyelids, pressed Lashes to cheek in a sealed rest. iv. And more and more smiled Isobel To see the haby sleep so well — She knew not that she smiled. Against the lattice, dull and wild Drive the heavy droning drops. Drop ...
... Dropt upon its eyelids, pressed Lashes to cheek in a sealed rest. iv. And more and more smiled Isobel To see the haby sleep so well — She knew not that she smiled. Against the lattice, dull and wild Drive the heavy droning drops. Drop ...
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... thoughts of God appear to go, Like light's soul in itself! I bear, ! bear, • ft is a Jewish tradition that Sloans dt ml nf the klsnea of God's lip* 62 To look upon the dropt lids of your eyes, The Virgin Mary to the Child Jesus.
... thoughts of God appear to go, Like light's soul in itself! I bear, ! bear, • ft is a Jewish tradition that Sloans dt ml nf the klsnea of God's lip* 62 To look upon the dropt lids of your eyes, The Virgin Mary to the Child Jesus.
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... dropt lids of your eyes, Though their external shining testifies To that beatitude within, which were Enough to blast an eagle at his sun. I fall not on my sad clay face before ye ; I look on His. I know My spirit which dilateth with ...
... dropt lids of your eyes, Though their external shining testifies To that beatitude within, which were Enough to blast an eagle at his sun. I fall not on my sad clay face before ye ; I look on His. I know My spirit which dilateth with ...
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... dropt from bough, When love's sorrow seemed more strange Than love's treason can seem now ; Then, the Loving took you up Soft, upon their elder knees, — Telling why the statues droop Underneath the churchyard trees, And how ye must lie ...
... dropt from bough, When love's sorrow seemed more strange Than love's treason can seem now ; Then, the Loving took you up Soft, upon their elder knees, — Telling why the statues droop Underneath the churchyard trees, And how ye must lie ...
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The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Complete) Elizabeth Barrett Browning Vista previa limitada - 1910 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 151 - 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, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 68 - 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 ' ? 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 141 - Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair, And a voice said in mastery while I strove, . . . »Guess now who...
Página 68 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 68 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Página 68 - 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 523 - Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan ! Piercing sweet by the river ! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan ! The sun on the hill forgot to die, And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly Came back to dream on the river.
Página 302 - It is good when it happens,' say the children, 'That we die before our time !' Alas, alas, the children t they are seeking Death in life as best to have ! They are binding up their .hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city — Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do — Pluck your handfuls of the...
Página 146 - 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...
Página 68 - God is so good he wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face, Like secrets kept for love, untold. But still I feel that his embrace Slides down by thrills through all things made, — Through sight and sound of every place. As if my tender mother laid On my shut lips her kisses' pressure, Half waking me at night, and said ' ' Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser ?