The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Том 1J. Miller, 1874 |
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... sight and touch , Beyond what others count as such , I am content to suffer much . It would argue a strange insensibility not to recognize a redeeming beauty in such an example . Mrs. Brown- ing is an honor to her sex , and no member ...
... sight and touch , Beyond what others count as such , I am content to suffer much . It would argue a strange insensibility not to recognize a redeeming beauty in such an example . Mrs. Brown- ing is an honor to her sex , and no member ...
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... sight of this endeared home abroad . She looked cheerfully upon the old tapestry and paintings , the effigies of her favorite poets , the familiar chair and table , around which , as around a heart - reared throne , her friends used to ...
... sight of this endeared home abroad . She looked cheerfully upon the old tapestry and paintings , the effigies of her favorite poets , the familiar chair and table , around which , as around a heart - reared throne , her friends used to ...
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... sight and die . They bear the streak Of the crosses ' shadow , black not wide , To fall on their heads , as it swerves aside When the victims ' pang Turn not . God dwells with men . Makes the dry wood creak . Ador . The cross- -the ...
... sight and die . They bear the streak Of the crosses ' shadow , black not wide , To fall on their heads , as it swerves aside When the victims ' pang Turn not . God dwells with men . Makes the dry wood creak . Ador . The cross- -the ...
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... even this , And winning in the sight , a double bliss , For all so lost in love's supremacy ! The bliss is better . Only on the sad Cold earth there are who say It seemeth better to be great than glad . The 48 THE SERAPHIM.
... even this , And winning in the sight , a double bliss , For all so lost in love's supremacy ! The bliss is better . Only on the sad Cold earth there are who say It seemeth better to be great than glad . The 48 THE SERAPHIM.
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... , it shall be so . III . ' Till then , shut out those sights and sounds , And pray God pardon me , That I without this pain , no more His blessed works can see ! And lean beside me , loving nurse , That thou THE POET'S VOW . 79.
... , it shall be so . III . ' Till then , shut out those sights and sounds , And pray God pardon me , That I without this pain , no more His blessed works can see ! And lean beside me , loving nurse , That thou THE POET'S VOW . 79.
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Adonis Ador æther angels Antistrophe art thou Bacchus beauty behold beloved beneath beside birds bless breath bright brow calm child Chorus cloud cold crown curse Cyclops Cytherea dark dear death deep didst doth dream drop earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING evermore face fair Faunus flowers gaze glory God's gods grief hand hath hear hearken heart heaven Hephaestus Hermes hills holy human kiss knee lift light lips look love thee Loxian Margret METAMORPH moan mortals mother Naiads Neath o'er ocean Oceanus pale Pan is dead poet praise Prometheus Psyche river floweth round seraph shadow shine sigh sight silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars sweet Sweetest eyes tears tender Theseus thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne thunder trees tremble utter voice ween weep wind wings word Zerah Zeus
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Стр. 427 - 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. 427 - 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. 417 - 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. 192 - 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. 234 - 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. 193 - 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. 409 - 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. 191 - 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. 406 - 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. 234 - 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.