The blessed damozel and other poemsLittle, Brown, 1887 |
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... shame of Eden ! ( And O the bower and the hour ! ) Is not the foe - God weak as the foeman When love grows hate in the heart of a woman ? ' Would'st thou know the heart's hope of Lilith ? ( Eden bower's in flower . ) Then bring thou ...
... shame of Eden ! ( And O the bower and the hour ! ) Is not the foe - God weak as the foeman When love grows hate in the heart of a woman ? ' Would'st thou know the heart's hope of Lilith ? ( Eden bower's in flower . ) Then bring thou ...
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... shame , To guide Death's aim ! ' The tints were shredded from his shield Where he had kissed her face . ' Oh , of all gifts that I could yield , Death only keeps its place , My gift and grace ! ' Then stepped a damsel to her side , And ...
... shame , To guide Death's aim ! ' The tints were shredded from his shield Where he had kissed her face . ' Oh , of all gifts that I could yield , Death only keeps its place , My gift and grace ! ' Then stepped a damsel to her side , And ...
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... shame And scorn , till Dante's guestship came To be a peevish sufferance : His host sought ways to make his days Hateful ; and such have many ways . There was a Jester , a foul lout Whom the court loved for graceless arts , Sworn ...
... shame And scorn , till Dante's guestship came To be a peevish sufferance : His host sought ways to make his days Hateful ; and such have many ways . There was a Jester , a foul lout Whom the court loved for graceless arts , Sworn ...
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... shameful shameless prostitute , Whose lust with one lord may not suit , So takes by turns its revelling A night with each , till he at morn Is stripped and beaten forth forlorn , And leaves her , cursing her . If she , Indeed , have not ...
... shameful shameless prostitute , Whose lust with one lord may not suit , So takes by turns its revelling A night with each , till he at morn Is stripped and beaten forth forlorn , And leaves her , cursing her . If she , Indeed , have not ...
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... shame and shame's outbraving too , Is rest not sometimes sweet to you ? — But most from the hatefulness of man Who spares not to end what he began , Whose acts are ill and his speech ill , Who JENNY . 113.
... shame and shame's outbraving too , Is rest not sometimes sweet to you ? — But most from the hatefulness of man Who spares not to end what he began , Whose acts are ill and his speech ill , Who JENNY . 113.
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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.