Poems, by E.B. Barrett, Том 3 |
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... Be the work of Dryad strong , Who , surviving all that chancëd In the world's old pagan wrong , Lay hid , feeding in the woodland on the last true poet's song ? XXXIV . Or was this the house of fairies , THE LOST BOWER .
... Be the work of Dryad strong , Who , surviving all that chancëd In the world's old pagan wrong , Lay hid , feeding in the woodland on the last true poet's song ? XXXIV . Or was this the house of fairies , THE LOST BOWER .
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... bower I past , Foot and soul being dimly drifted Through the greenwood , till , at last , In the hill - top's open sunshine I all consciously was cast . XLVI . Face to face with the true mountains I 121 THE LOST BOWER .
... bower I past , Foot and soul being dimly drifted Through the greenwood , till , at last , In the hill - top's open sunshine I all consciously was cast . XLVI . Face to face with the true mountains I 121 THE LOST BOWER .
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning. XLVI . Face to face with the true mountains I stood silently and still , Drawing strength from fancy's dauntings , From the air about the hill And from Nature's open mercies and most debonair goodwill . XLVII ...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. XLVI . Face to face with the true mountains I stood silently and still , Drawing strength from fancy's dauntings , From the air about the hill And from Nature's open mercies and most debonair goodwill . XLVII ...
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... true- By the wind - bells swinging slowly Their mute curfews in the dew , By the advent of the snow - drop , by the rosemary and rue , - LII . I affirm by all or any , Let the cause be charm or chance , That my wandering searches many ...
... true- By the wind - bells swinging slowly Their mute curfews in the dew , By the advent of the snow - drop , by the rosemary and rue , - LII . I affirm by all or any , Let the cause be charm or chance , That my wandering searches many ...
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... true dead will answer for me , that I have not loved amiss In my love for all these . VII . ' The least touch of their hands in the morning , I keep it by day and by night ; Their least step on the stair , at the door , still throbs ...
... true dead will answer for me , that I have not loved amiss In my love for all these . VII . ' The least touch of their hands in the morning , I keep it by day and by night ; Their least step on the stair , at the door , still throbs ...
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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.