The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning...H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1920 - Всего страниц: 664 |
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... feel that Pallas ' self my soul inspires , My mind she strengthens , and my bosom fires ; Strike , Greeks ! but hear ... feels , and cherishes alone ! Hear me , Athenians ! hear me , and believe , See Greece mistaken ! e'en the Gods ...
... feel that Pallas ' self my soul inspires , My mind she strengthens , and my bosom fires ; Strike , Greeks ! but hear ... feels , and cherishes alone ! Hear me , Athenians ! hear me , and believe , See Greece mistaken ! e'en the Gods ...
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... feel they bear a God . The snow - white steeds by Pallas ' self were given , Which sprung from the immortal breed of ... feels the Argive ire , Her heroes perished , and her towers on fire : And here old Priam breathes his last- drawn ...
... feel they bear a God . The snow - white steeds by Pallas ' self were given , Which sprung from the immortal breed of ... feels the Argive ire , Her heroes perished , and her towers on fire : And here old Priam breathes his last- drawn ...
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... feel ! And if his writings , to his heart untrue , Would ape the fervent throb it never knew ; If generous deeds , and Virtue's noblest part , And Freedom's voice , could never warm that heart ; If Interest taxed the produce of the ...
... feel ! And if his writings , to his heart untrue , Would ape the fervent throb it never knew ; If generous deeds , and Virtue's noblest part , And Freedom's voice , could never warm that heart ; If Interest taxed the produce of the ...
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... feel one faltering foot above . For Spain , he dared the noble strife- For Spain , he gave his latest breath ; • And he who lived the Patriot's life Was dragged to die the traitor's death ! And the shout of thousands swept around , As ...
... feel one faltering foot above . For Spain , he dared the noble strife- For Spain , he gave his latest breath ; • And he who lived the Patriot's life Was dragged to die the traitor's death ! And the shout of thousands swept around , As ...
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... feel By rote , and act by rule ( man's rule , not God's ! ) , Unto our words grow echoes , and our thoughts A mechanism of spirit . Can this last ? No ! not for ay . We cannot subject ay The heaven - born spirit to the earth - born Tame ...
... feel By rote , and act by rule ( man's rule , not God's ! ) , Unto our words grow echoes , and our thoughts A mechanism of spirit . Can this last ? No ! not for ay . We cannot subject ay The heaven - born spirit to the earth - born Tame ...
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Стр. 327 - 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.
Стр. 234 - how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart, Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart? Our blood splashes upward, O gold-heaper, And your purple shows your path ! But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper Than the strong man in his wrath.
Стр. 499 - Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes — The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries, And daub their natural faces unaware More and more from the first similitude.
Стр. 295 - For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who giveth His beloved, sleep. And, friends, dear friends, — when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, ' Not a tear must o'er her fall ; ' He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Стр. 234 - And well may the children weep before you! They are weary ere they run; They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man, without...
Стр. 294 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Стр. 296 - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Стр. 570 - He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep, cool bed of the river; The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away Ere he brought it out of the river.
Стр. 331 - WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil ; Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience...
Стр. 215 - He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds : And, when soul-tied by one troth Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds.