Poems, by E.B. Barrett, Том 3 |
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... pitiful , ' Who ne'er said , ' God be praised . ' II . Be pitiful , O God ! The tempest stretches from the steep The shadow of its coming , The beasts grow tame and near us creep , As help were in the human ; Yet , while the cloud ...
... pitiful , ' Who ne'er said , ' God be praised . ' II . Be pitiful , O God ! The tempest stretches from the steep The shadow of its coming , The beasts grow tame and near us creep , As help were in the human ; Yet , while the cloud ...
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... pitiful , O God ! IV . The plague runs festering through the town , And never a bell is tolling , And corpses , jostled ' neath the moon , Nod to the dead - cart's rolling : The young child calleth for the cup , The strong man brings it ...
... pitiful , O God ! IV . The plague runs festering through the town , And never a bell is tolling , And corpses , jostled ' neath the moon , Nod to the dead - cart's rolling : The young child calleth for the cup , The strong man brings it ...
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... pitiful , O God ! The curse of gold upon the land The lack of bread enforces ; The rail - cars snort from strand to strand , Like more of Death's White horses : The rich preach ' rights ' and ' future days , ' And hear no angel scoffing ...
... pitiful , O God ! The curse of gold upon the land The lack of bread enforces ; The rail - cars snort from strand to strand , Like more of Death's White horses : The rich preach ' rights ' and ' future days , ' And hear no angel scoffing ...
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... pitiful , O God ! IX . We tremble by the harmless bed Of one loved and departed : Our tears drop on the lips that said 6 Last night , Be stronger - hearted ! ' O God , to clasp those fingers close , And yet to feel so lonely ! To see a ...
... pitiful , O God ! IX . We tremble by the harmless bed Of one loved and departed : Our tears drop on the lips that said 6 Last night , Be stronger - hearted ! ' O God , to clasp those fingers close , And yet to feel so lonely ! To see a ...
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... pitiful , O God ! We leave the communing of men , The murmur of the passions , And live alone , to live again . With endless generations : Are we so brave ? —The sea and sky In silence lift their mirrors , And , glassed therein , our ...
... pitiful , O God ! We leave the communing of men , The murmur of the passions , And live alone , to live again . With endless generations : Are we so brave ? —The sea and sky In silence lift their mirrors , And , glassed therein , our ...
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angels answer beauty Beloved beneath beside better bird bless blind breath bring brow calm child church close cloud cold crown dark dear death door dream drop earth ends eyes face fair fall feel feet Florence flowers give glory God's grave green grow hand head hear heart heaven hills holy hope Italy keep kiss leave less lift light lips live look lost love thee mother never once pale Pan is dead pass pitiful poet poor praise prove pure rose round seemed seen shine sight silence sing sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stand stone strike strong sweet tears thanks thine things thou art thought touch true truth turned VIII voice wait weep wind
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Стр. 201 - 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 194 - THE face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm.
Стр. 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,
Стр. 120 - It went up from the Holy's lips amid his lost creation, That, of the lost, no son should use those words of desolation...
Стр. 111 - 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 !
Стр. 112 - 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.
Стр. 231 - BELOVED, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding ; yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy ! — take them, as I used to do...
Стр. 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 — " My mother ! where's my mother...
Стр. 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. 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.