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angels answer beauty beneath beside bird bless break breath bring brow calm cheek child clear close cold crown dark dead dear death deep dream drop earth eyes face fair fall feel feet flowers friends gazing give glory God's grave green grow hand head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope Italy keep kiss lady leave light lips live look Margret mother mouth nature never night once pale pass poet poor pray rest rose round seemed shining sigh sight silence sing sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought Toll slowly touch trees true turned voice weep wind young
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Стр. 125 - 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.
Стр. 144 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron 10 In the factories, round and round.
Стр. 6 - But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face. He will say: 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in, And I kneel here for thy grace.
Стр. 143 - is very dreary ;" " Our young feet," they say, "are very weak ! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary — Our grave-rest is very far to seek. Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old. "True," say the children, " it may happen That we die before our time.
Стр. 215 - She never found fault with you, never implied Your wrong by her right ; and yet men at her side Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — My Kate.
Стр. 264 - WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat • With the dragon-fly on the river? He tore out a reed, the great god Pan...
Стр. 133 - I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless ; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death : Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe, Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Стр. 128 - He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation, And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration; Nor ever shall he be, in praise, by wise or good forsaken, Named softly as the household name of one whom God hath taken.
Стр. 265 - He tore out a reed, the great God Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river : The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.
Стр. 117 - Like a lady's ringlets brown, Flow thy silken ears adown Either side demurely, Of thy silver-suited breast Shining out from all the rest Of thy body purely.
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| Название | A Selection from the Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: First Series |
| Автор | Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
| Издатель | Smith, Elder, 1884 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 21 сен 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 262 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |