A Selection from Mrs. Browning's PoemsMacmillan, 1903 - 191 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 8
... pale In a silence full of wail , Raising not his sunken 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 ...
... pale In a silence full of wail , Raising not his sunken 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 ...
Σελίδα 16
... pale to him Who had seen the rainbow fishes swim ; And when earth's dew around him lay He thought of ocean's wingèd spray , And his eye waxèd sad and dim . VII The green trees round him only made A prison with their darksome shade ...
... pale to him Who had seen the rainbow fishes swim ; And when earth's dew around him lay He thought of ocean's wingèd spray , And his eye waxèd sad and dim . VII The green trees round him only made A prison with their darksome shade ...
Σελίδα 20
... pale from watchful love , the unweary love she bore him ! Thus woke the poet from the dream his life's long fever gave him , Beneath those deep pathetic Eyes which closed in death to save him . ΧΙ 40 Thus ? oh , not thus ! no type of ...
... pale from watchful love , the unweary love she bore him ! Thus woke the poet from the dream his life's long fever gave him , Beneath those deep pathetic Eyes which closed in death to save him . ΧΙ 40 Thus ? oh , not thus ! no type of ...
Σελίδα 33
... me Shall make my lady pale ; No casque shall hide her woman's tear It shall have room to trickle clear Behind her woman's veil . " 215 - 220 205 210 200 XXIX " But what if she mistook thy mind And THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE 3833.
... me Shall make my lady pale ; No casque shall hide her woman's tear It shall have room to trickle clear Behind her woman's veil . " 215 - 220 205 210 200 XXIX " But what if she mistook thy mind And THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE 3833.
Σελίδα 50
... my brothers , Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers , In our happy Fatherland ? 5 ΙΟ 15 20 III They look up with their pale and sunken faces 50 MRS . BROWNING'S POEMS The Cry of the Children.
... my brothers , Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers , In our happy Fatherland ? 5 ΙΟ 15 20 III They look up with their pale and sunken faces 50 MRS . BROWNING'S POEMS The Cry of the Children.
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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,