A Selection from Mrs. Browning's PoemsMacmillan, 1903 - 191 стор. |
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... Voice . Christmas Gifts . Italy and the World . A Curse for a Nation . 1862. LAST POEMS . LAST POEMS- Contin- ued . Dedication . Advertisement . Little Mattie . A False Step . Void in Law . Lord Walter's Wife . Bianca among the Night ...
... Voice . Christmas Gifts . Italy and the World . A Curse for a Nation . 1862. LAST POEMS . LAST POEMS- Contin- ued . Dedication . Advertisement . Little Mattie . A False Step . Void in Law . Lord Walter's Wife . Bianca among the Night ...
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... voice That likened her to such . And these , to make a diadem , She often may have plucked and twined , Half - smiling as it came to mind . 35 That few would look at them . Oh , little thought that lady proud , A child would watch her ...
... voice That likened her to such . And these , to make a diadem , She often may have plucked and twined , Half - smiling as it came to mind . 35 That few would look at them . Oh , little thought that lady proud , A child would watch her ...
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... voice achieves : The faint mountains , heaped behind , Have a falling on their tops , Not of dew , not of dew , Which the poet's fancy drops : Viewless things his eyes can view , Driftings of his dream do light All the skies by day and ...
... voice achieves : The faint mountains , heaped behind , Have a falling on their tops , Not of dew , not of dew , Which the poet's fancy drops : Viewless things his eyes can view , Driftings of his dream do light All the skies by day and ...
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... voice to teach and rouse , The monarch's crown to light the brows ? He giveth His beloved — sleep . III What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith all undisproved , A little dust to overweep , And bitter memories to make The whole ...
... voice to teach and rouse , The monarch's crown to light the brows ? He giveth His beloved — sleep . III What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith all undisproved , A little dust to overweep , And bitter memories to make The whole ...
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... voices ! O delved gold , the wailers heap ! O strife , O curse , that o'er it fall ! God strikes a silence through you all , And giveth His belovèd - sleep . VI His dews drop mutely on the hill , His cloud above it saileth still ...
... voices ! O delved gold , the wailers heap ! O strife , O curse , that o'er it fall ! God strikes a silence through you all , And giveth His belovèd - sleep . VI His dews drop mutely on the hill , His cloud above it saileth still ...
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A Selection from Mrs. Browning's Poems Elizabeth Barrett Browning Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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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,