A Selection from Mrs. Browning's PoemsMacmillan, 1903 - 191 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 5
... head ' O Earth ! thou art a stage for tricks unholy , A church for most remorseful melancholy ; Thou art so spoilt , we should forget we had An Eden in thee , wert thou not so sad ! ' Sweet children , I am old ! ye , every one , Do keep ...
... head ' O Earth ! thou art a stage for tricks unholy , A church for most remorseful melancholy ; Thou art so spoilt , we should forget we had An Eden in thee , wert thou not so sad ! ' Sweet children , I am old ! ye , every one , Do keep ...
Σελίδα 7
... head : Earth , Earth ! " saith he , " If spirits , like thy roses , grew On one stalk , and winds austere Could but only blow them near , 66 To share each other's dew ; If , when summer rains agree To beautify thy hills , I knew Looking ...
... head : Earth , Earth ! " saith he , " If spirits , like thy roses , grew On one stalk , and winds austere Could but only blow them near , 66 To share each other's dew ; If , when summer rains agree To beautify thy hills , I knew Looking ...
Σελίδα 8
... head Because he wandered last that way With that one beneath the clay : Weeping not , because that one , The only one who would have said " Cease to weep , beloved ! " has gone Whence returneth comfort none . The silence breaketh ...
... head Because he wandered last that way With that one beneath the clay : Weeping not , because that one , The only one who would have said " Cease to weep , beloved ! " has gone Whence returneth comfort none . The silence breaketh ...
Σελίδα 27
... somewhat 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.
... somewhat 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.
Σελίδα 38
... head , All as sad if not as loud . Ingemisco , ingemisco ! Is ever a lament begun By any mourner under sun , Which , ere it endeth , suits but one ? 325 330 335 340 345 CROWNED AND WEDDED . I WHEN last before her people's 38 MRS ...
... head , All as sad if not as loud . Ingemisco , ingemisco ! Is ever a lament begun By any mourner under sun , Which , ere it endeth , suits but one ? 325 330 335 340 345 CROWNED AND WEDDED . I WHEN last before her people's 38 MRS ...
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A Selection from Mrs. Browning's Poems Elizabeth Barrett Browning Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 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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Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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 :
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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,...
Σελίδα 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,...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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,