Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC.S. Francis & Company, 1852 - Всего страниц: 225 |
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... birds flying near ! And the air undersings The soft stroke of their wings- And all life that approaches , I wait for in fear . Chorus of Sea Nymphs , 1st Strophe . Fear nothing ! our troop Floats lovingly up , With a quick - oaring ...
... birds flying near ! And the air undersings The soft stroke of their wings- And all life that approaches , I wait for in fear . Chorus of Sea Nymphs , 1st Strophe . Fear nothing ! our troop Floats lovingly up , With a quick - oaring ...
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... birds- And I drop to the rugged ground , and , there , Await the tale of thy despair . Enter OCEANUS . Oceanus . I ... bird I glode , And I bridled him in With the will of a god , — And know , thy sorrow aches in me , Constrained by the ...
... birds- And I drop to the rugged ground , and , there , Await the tale of thy despair . Enter OCEANUS . Oceanus . I ... bird I glode , And I bridled him in With the will of a god , — And know , thy sorrow aches in me , Constrained by the ...
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... Bird sweeps smooth and wide The flats of air with balanced pinions , glad To bend his knee at home , in the ocean - stall . 1st Strophe . [ Exit OCEANUS . I moan thy fate , I moan for thee , Prometheus ! From my restless eyes , Drop by ...
... Bird sweeps smooth and wide The flats of air with balanced pinions , glad To bend his knee at home , in the ocean - stall . 1st Strophe . [ Exit OCEANUS . I moan thy fate , I moan for thee , Prometheus ! From my restless eyes , Drop by ...
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... birds , — Showed which are , by their nature , fortunate , And which not so , and what the food of each , And what the hates , affections , social needs , Of all to one another ; and what sign Of visceral lightness , colored to a shade ...
... birds , — Showed which are , by their nature , fortunate , And which not so , and what the food of each , And what the hates , affections , social needs , Of all to one another ; and what sign Of visceral lightness , colored to a shade ...
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... bird , sits and sings ; There's a dark stream ripples out of sight ; And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass , And the sweetest stars are made to pass O'er the face of the darkest night . VI . But we who are dark , we are dark ! Ah ...
... bird , sits and sings ; There's a dark stream ripples out of sight ; And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass , And the sweetest stars are made to pass O'er the face of the darkest night . VI . But we who are dark , we are dark ! Ah ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 128 - Love me in thy gorgeous airs, When the world has crowned thee; Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, With the angels round thee.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.