A Selection from Mrs. Browning's PoemsMacmillan, 1903 - 191 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 4
... round : anew The garden is deserted . Another thrush may there rehearse The madrigals which sweetest are ; No more for me ! myself afar Do sing a sadder verse . Ah me , ah me ! when erst I lay In that child's - nest so greenly wrought ...
... round : anew The garden is deserted . Another thrush may there rehearse The madrigals which sweetest are ; No more for me ! myself afar Do sing a sadder verse . Ah me , ah me ! when erst I lay In that child's - nest so greenly wrought ...
Σελίδα 15
... round my bier ye come to weep , Let One , most loving of you all , Say " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep . " THE SEA - MEW . AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO M. E. H. I How joyously the young sea - mew Lay ...
... round my bier ye come to weep , Let One , most loving of you all , Say " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep . " THE SEA - MEW . AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO M. E. H. I How joyously the young sea - mew Lay ...
Σελίδα 16
... 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 ; - And drooped his wing , and mournèd he For 16 MRS . BROWNING'S POEMS.
... 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 ; - And drooped his wing , and mournèd he For 16 MRS . BROWNING'S POEMS.
Σελίδα 20
... round him breaking , Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted , But felt those eyes alone , and knew . - " My Saviour ! not deserted ! " XII Deserted ! Who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested , 45 Upon the ...
... round him breaking , Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted , But felt those eyes alone , and knew . - " My Saviour ! not deserted ! " XII Deserted ! Who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested , 45 Upon the ...
Σελίδα 23
... round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me my very name Assumes a mournful sound . VII My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain , When names acquired baptismally Were hard to utter , as to see That life ...
... round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me my very name Assumes a mournful sound . VII My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain , When names acquired baptismally Were hard to utter , as to see That life ...
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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,