Mother and Poet (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name- Lo, ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to ...
Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness ...
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
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