The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Complete in One VolJames Miller, 1870 - 533 páginas |
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... 13t That Day *34 Life and Love *34 The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point *34 A Child's Grave at Florence 138 Sonnets from the Portuguese M1 Paraphrase on Heine x5l PARAPHRASE ON THEOCRtTUS — PAGR The Cyclops . • . 'xii CONTENTS.
... 13t That Day *34 Life and Love *34 The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point *34 A Child's Grave at Florence 138 Sonnets from the Portuguese M1 Paraphrase on Heine x5l PARAPHRASE ON THEOCRtTUS — PAGR The Cyclops . • . 'xii CONTENTS.
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... grave-grass keeps it from his fair Still cheeks ! and feel at every tread His little body which is dead And hidden in the turfy fold, Doth make thy whole warm earth ;,- cold ! 0 God, I am so young, so young — I am not used to tears at ...
... grave-grass keeps it from his fair Still cheeks ! and feel at every tread His little body which is dead And hidden in the turfy fold, Doth make thy whole warm earth ;,- cold ! 0 God, I am so young, so young — I am not used to tears at ...
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... grave old gardener prided him On these the most of all. Some Lady, stately overmuch, Here moving with a silken noise, Has blushed beside them at the voice That likened her to such. Or these, to make a diadem, She often may have plucked ...
... grave old gardener prided him On these the most of all. Some Lady, stately overmuch, Here moving with a silken noise, Has blushed beside them at the voice That likened her to such. Or these, to make a diadem, She often may have plucked ...
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... grave strong joy from tower to steeple The bells ring out — The trumpets sound, the people shout. The young Queen goes to her parliament. She turneth round her large blue eyes More bright with childish memories Than royal hopes, upon ...
... grave strong joy from tower to steeple The bells ring out — The trumpets sound, the people shout. The young Queen goes to her parliament. She turneth round her large blue eyes More bright with childish memories Than royal hopes, upon ...
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... grave Lamenting of the underwave, You must believe in earth's communion, Albeit you witness not the union. iX. Except the sound, the place is full Of silences, which when you cull By any word, it thrills you so That presently you let ...
... grave Lamenting of the underwave, You must believe in earth's communion, Albeit you witness not the union. iX. Except the sound, the place is full Of silences, which when you cull By any word, it thrills you so That presently you let ...
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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 ?