The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Том 1 |
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Ador angels bear beauty beloved beneath beside birds bless breath bright brow calm child close cloud cold crown curse dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fall fear feel feet flowers give glory God's gods grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hold holy human Italy keep kiss leave lift light lips live look Margret mother nature never once pain pale poet praise Prometheus rest river round shadow shine sigh sight silence sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spirit stand stars strong sweet tears thee thine things thou Thou art thought touch trees turned voice weep wind wings Zerah Zeus
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Стр. 425 - 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...
Стр. 425 - I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.1 To love and to be loved is as necessary to the organism as the breathing of air.
Стр. 415 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point, — what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher, The angels would press on us and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay Rather on earth, Beloved, — where the unfit Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate pure spirits,...
Стр. 190 - 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. 232 - 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, labour, to their heart and hand, From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least flower, with a brimming cup may stand, And share its dew-drop with another near.
Стр. 191 - 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. 407 - What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself. He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes, the tears of two.
Стр. 189 - What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Стр. 404 - To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware...
Стр. 232 - 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.
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| Название | The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Том 1 The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
| Автор | Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
| Издатель | J. Miller, 1874 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 31 мар 2008 |
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