Poems, by E.B. Barrett, Том 3 |
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... waiting for the summer . Her pretty gestes did win South winds to let her in , In her loneness , in her loneness , All the fairer for that oneness . 6 For if I wait , ' said she , ' Till time for roses be , For the moss - rose and the ...
... waiting for the summer . Her pretty gestes did win South winds to let her in , In her loneness , in her loneness , All the fairer for that oneness . 6 For if I wait , ' said she , ' Till time for roses be , For the moss - rose and the ...
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... waiting for the suntide . ' Ten nightingales shall flee Their woods for love of me , Singing sadly all the suntide , Never waiting for the moontide . ' I ween the very skies Will look down with surprise , When below on earth they see me ...
... waiting for the suntide . ' Ten nightingales shall flee Their woods for love of me , Singing sadly all the suntide , Never waiting for the moontide . ' I ween the very skies Will look down with surprise , When below on earth they see me ...
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Yet child - simple , undefiled , Frank , obedient , waiting still On the turnings of your will . Moving light , as all young things , As young birds , or early wheat When the wind blows over it . Only , free ...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Yet child - simple , undefiled , Frank , obedient , waiting still On the turnings of your will . Moving light , as all young things , As young birds , or early wheat When the wind blows over it . Only , free ...
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... wait , ah me ! A word from thee . V. I could not bear to look upon That mound of funeral clay Where one sweet voice is silence - one Ethereal brow , decay ; Where all thy mortal I may see , But never thee . VI . For thou art where all ...
... wait , ah me ! A word from thee . V. I could not bear to look upon That mound of funeral clay Where one sweet voice is silence - one Ethereal brow , decay ; Where all thy mortal I may see , But never thee . VI . For thou art where all ...
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... Father , while we weep , To look in patience upon earth and learn- Waiting , in that meek gesture , till at last These tearful eyes be filled With the dry dust of death . COWPER'S GRAVE . I. It is a place where poets 12 THE MEASURE . 115.
... Father , while we weep , To look in patience upon earth and learn- Waiting , in that meek gesture , till at last These tearful eyes be filled With the dry dust of death . COWPER'S GRAVE . I. It is a place where poets 12 THE MEASURE . 115.
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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.