The blessed damozel and other poemsLittle, Brown, 1887 |
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... passed out of his ken . - In the early months of 1850 the members of the Præra- phaelite Brotherhood , with the co - operation of some friends , brought out a short - lived magazine named The Germ ( after- wards Art and Poetry ) ; here ...
... passed out of his ken . - In the early months of 1850 the members of the Præra- phaelite Brotherhood , with the co - operation of some friends , brought out a short - lived magazine named The Germ ( after- wards Art and Poetry ) ; here ...
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... passed , full , rounded , and sweeping ; the ears well - formed and rather small than large . His hips were wide , his hands and feet small ; the hands very much those of the artist or author type , — white , delicate , plump , and soft ...
... passed , full , rounded , and sweeping ; the ears well - formed and rather small than large . His hips were wide , his hands and feet small ; the hands very much those of the artist or author type , — white , delicate , plump , and soft ...
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... passed before my brother was deep in Browning . The readings or fragmentary reci- tations of Bells and Pomegranates , Paracelsus , and above all Sordello , are something to remember from a now distant past . My brother lighted upon ...
... passed before my brother was deep in Browning . The readings or fragmentary reci- tations of Bells and Pomegranates , Paracelsus , and above all Sordello , are something to remember from a now distant past . My brother lighted upon ...
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... passed , of like import With the wild Arab boys at sport , - A living face looked in to see : — Oh seemed it not- the spell once broke As though the carven warriors woke , As though the shaft the string forsook , The cymbals 22 THE ...
... passed , of like import With the wild Arab boys at sport , - A living face looked in to see : — Oh seemed it not- the spell once broke As though the carven warriors woke , As though the shaft the string forsook , The cymbals 22 THE ...
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... passed through thy door to press Upon His Father's business ? - Or still was God's high secret kept ? Nay , but I think the whisper crept Like growth through childhood . Work and play , Things common to the course of day , Awed thee ...
... passed through thy door to press Upon His Father's business ? - Or still was God's high secret kept ? Nay , but I think the whisper crept Like growth through childhood . Work and play , Things common to the course of day , Awed thee ...
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Aloyse Amelotte beneath Birchington-on-Sea blessed blood bouts-rimés bower bower's in flower breast breath bride brow burn cheek Dante Gabriel Rossetti Dante's dark dead death doth dream Eden bower's eyes face Father feet flame gaze God's golden hair Hall Caine hand hath hear heard heart heart's desire Hell and Heaven hour Jenny John of Tours kiss knee knew Lady laughed light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Sands Love's Mary Mother mouth night Nineveh o'er once pale passed peace poems poet pray prayer rose round seemed shadow shame shook sighs silence Sister Helen sleep song sonnets soul speak spoke stood sweet Tall Troy's tears tell thee Theodore Watts thine thing thou thought to-day to-night told Troy Town Troy's on fire turned Twas unto voice wept wind wings wonder words youth
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Сторінка 172 - I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Сторінка 6 - There will I ask of Christ the Lord Thus much for him and me: Only to live as once on earth With Love, only to be, As then awhile, for ever now Together, I and he.
Сторінка 3 - And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds.
Сторінка 179 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Сторінка 6 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret and Rosalys. "Circlewise sit they, with bound locks And foreheads garlanded; "° Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead.
Сторінка 4 - Are not two prayers a perfect strength? And shall I feel afraid? "When round his head the aureole clings, And he is clothed in white, I'll take his hand and go with him To the deep wells of light ; As unto a stream we will step down, And bathe there in God's sight.
Сторінка 2 - The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years.
Сторінка 134 - Mother^ Three days to-day, between Hell and Heaven /) * But if you have done your work aright, Sister Helen, You'll let me play, for you said I might.
Сторінка 7 - She ceased The light thrilled towards her, fill'd With angels in strong level flight.
Сторінка 140 - But he calls for ever on your name, Sister Helen, And says that he melts before a flame." "My heart for his pleasure fared the same, Little brother." (O Mother, Mary Mother, Fire at the heart, between Hell and Heaven!) "Here's Keith of Westholm riding fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white plume on the blast.