Only a Curl. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
IX"My lips do need thy breath, My lips do need thy smile, And my pallid eyne, ...
I "Now give us lands where the olives grow," Cried the North to the South, "Where the sun with a ...
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string, Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud About thee,as wild vines, about a tree, Put out ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem "a ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done, Supernal Will ! I ...
If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love's sake only. Do not say"I love her for ...
When we met first and loved, I did not buildUpon the event with marble. Could it meanTo last, a love ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oathTo love me, I looked forward to the moonTo slacken all ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissedThe finger of this hand wherewith I write;And ever since, it grew ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think,Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soulMove still, oh, ...
Belov?d, my Belov?d, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
I never gave a lock of hair awayTo a man, dearest, except this to thee,Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,I ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead to ...
Thou comest! all is said without a word. I sit beneath thy looks, as children do In the noon-sun, with ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchangeAnd be all to me? Shall I never missHome-talk and blessings and ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night,And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. HowRefer the cause?—Beloved, is it thouOr ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeedAnd worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,Let temple burn, or flax; an equal lightLeaps ...
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knifeShut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, ...
WHAT are we set on earth for? Say, to toil;Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vinesFor all the ...
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to allWho paused ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
My future will not copy fair my past -I wrote that once; and thinking at my sideMy ministering life-angel justifiedThe ...
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