Poems, by E.B. Barrett, Том 3 |
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... land unknown , With an angel at the doorway , White with gazing at His Throne ; And a saint's voice in the palm - trees , singing- ' All is lost . . . and won ! ' A SONG AGAINST SINGING . TO E. J. H. I. 20 THE LOST BOWER .
... land unknown , With an angel at the doorway , White with gazing at His Throne ; And a saint's voice in the palm - trees , singing- ' All is lost . . . and won ! ' A SONG AGAINST SINGING . TO E. J. H. I. 20 THE LOST BOWER .
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... voice was reading , Somewhat low for aus and ois . X. Then , what golden hours were for us ! While we sate together there , How the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! How the cothurns trod majestic Down the deep ...
... voice was reading , Somewhat low for aus and ois . X. Then , what golden hours were for us ! While we sate together there , How the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! How the cothurns trod majestic Down the deep ...
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... voice dropped lower When the poet called him BLIND . XX . Ah , my gossip ! you were older , And more learned , and a man ! Yet that shadow , the enfolder Of your quiet eyelids , ran Both our spirits to one level ; And I turned from hill ...
... voice dropped lower When the poet called him BLIND . XX . Ah , my gossip ! you were older , And more learned , and a man ! Yet that shadow , the enfolder Of your quiet eyelids , ran Both our spirits to one level ; And I turned from hill ...
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... voice . And we bind the rose - garland on forehead and ears Yet we are not ashamed , And the dew of the roses that runneth unblamed Down our cheeks , is not taken for tears . Help us , God ! trust us , man , love us , woman ! ' I hold ...
... voice . And we bind the rose - garland on forehead and ears Yet we are not ashamed , And the dew of the roses that runneth unblamed Down our cheeks , is not taken for tears . Help us , God ! trust us , man , love us , woman ! ' I hold ...
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... voice to harmonious reply , ' God , ' ' Liberty , ' ' Truth ! ' We are glorious forsooth , And our name has a seat , Though the shroud should be donned . O Life , O Beyond , Thou art strange , thou art sweet ! VIII . Help me , God ...
... voice to harmonious reply , ' God , ' ' Liberty , ' ' Truth ! ' We are glorious forsooth , And our name has a seat , Though the shroud should be donned . O Life , O Beyond , Thou art strange , thou art sweet ! VIII . Help me , God ...
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angels Austria beatific beauty behold beneath bird bless blind bower breath brow calm Casa Guidi windows cheek chrism Cimabue cloud crown curse Cyprus wine Dante dark dear death divine dost doth dream drop earth evermore face fair feet Florence flowers gaze Giotto giveth His beloved glory God's golden gorses grave grow hand hast hear heart heaven holy hope insphere Italy kiss knee laugh leave life's light lips live look love thee love's moonstruck mother Naiads Neath never o'er once pale Pan is dead Petrarch pitiful poet poet's praise purple rose round sate shine shout sigh sight silence sing sleep smile snow song soul stand stone sweet Sweetest eyes tears Theocritus thine things thou art thought touch tremble truth turned Tuscan twixt VIII voice ween weep wilt thou go wind word
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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.