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... smile subdued ( Seeming learnt in solitude ) Which a weeper might have viewed Without new tears , did softly say , And looked up unto heaven alway While he praised the Earth- 160 165 " O Earth , I count the praises thou art 10 MRS ...
... smile subdued ( Seeming learnt in solitude ) Which a weeper might have viewed Without new tears , did softly say , And looked up unto heaven alway While he praised the Earth- 160 165 " O Earth , I count the praises thou art 10 MRS ...
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... smile is heard · " He giveth His beloved - sleep . " VIII For me , my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show , 25 30 35 40 That sees through tears the mummers leap , Would now 14 MRS . BROWNING'S POEMS.
... smile is heard · " He giveth His beloved - sleep . " VIII For me , my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show , 25 30 35 40 That sees through tears the mummers leap , Would now 14 MRS . BROWNING'S POEMS.
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... smile may win : Nay , do not smile ! mine eyelids fall Over mine eyes and feel withal The sudden tears within . V Is there a leaf , that greenly grows Where summer meadows bloom , But gathereth the winter snows And changeth to the hue ...
... smile may win : Nay , do not smile ! mine eyelids fall Over mine eyes and feel withal The sudden tears within . V Is there a leaf , that greenly grows Where summer meadows bloom , But gathereth the winter snows And changeth to the hue ...
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... smile ! I hear in it What none of you can hear , The talk upon the willow seat , The bird and wind that did repeat Around , our human cheer . 30 35 40 45 X I hear the birthday's noisy bliss , My sisters THE PET - NAME 23.
... smile ! I hear in it What none of you can hear , The talk upon the willow seat , The bird and wind that did repeat Around , our human cheer . 30 35 40 45 X I hear the birthday's noisy bliss , My sisters THE PET - NAME 23.
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... still : O And fitter thy hand for my knightly spear Than thy tongue for my lady's will ! " ΧΙ Slowly and thankfully The young page bowed his head ; 60 His large eyes seemed to muse a smile , Until THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE 27.
... still : O And fitter thy hand for my knightly spear Than thy tongue for my lady's will ! " ΧΙ Slowly and thankfully The young page bowed his head ; 60 His large eyes seemed to muse a smile , Until THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE 27.
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A Selection from Mrs. Browning's Poems Elizabeth Barrett Browning Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Ancona angels Aornus Austria Bellerophon Beloved beneath birds sang east blessed bride brother brow Browning's calm child chrism crown curse dark days go dead dear death dream drop earth Edited Elizabeth Barrett Browning England eyes face fair flowers Flush Gaeta George Sand Giaours God's grave grief hand hath head hear heart heaven High School Iliad Italy King kissed knee lady Leigh lips little birds sang Lombardy look lord love thee love's loved ONCE Miss Mitford mother Napoleon Napoleon III never night noble o'er pale POEMS poet poet's Portuguese praise pray Queen rhyme ride river Robert Browning Romagnole rose Silas Marner silence sing sleep smile song SONNET soul steed stood sweet tears thine thing thou hast thought tired Toll slowly VIII voice ween weep woman womanhood word young ΙΟ
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Сторінка 52 - Alas, alas, the children ! they are seeking Death in life as best to have: They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do; Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty...
Сторінка 117 - 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.
Сторінка 165 - Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the laws of God, the true profession of the Gospel, and the Protestant reformed religion established by law ; and will you preserve unto the bishops and clergy of this realm, and to the churches committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain unto them, or any of them ? ' King or queen :
Сторінка 53 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day, the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Сторінка 18 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Сторінка 96 - Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears • 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, So weeping, how a mystic shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,...
Сторінка 96 - I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears 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, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair ; And a voice said in mastery,...
Сторінка 106 - 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...
Сторінка 114 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, it grew more clean and white, . . . Slow to world-greetings, quick with its 'Oh, list,