Sonnet VIII: What Can I Give Thee Back (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
What can I give thee back, O liberalAnd princely giver, who hast brought the goldAnd purple of thine heart, unstained, ...
What can I give thee back, O liberalAnd princely giver, who hast brought the goldAnd purple of thine heart, unstained, ...
I cannot skill of these thy ways:Lord thou didst make me, yet you woundest me:Lord, thou dost ...
MY soul is like some cage-born bird, that hath A restless prescience-howsoever won- Of a broad pathway leading to the ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
O Month when they who love must love and wed! Were one to go to worlds where May is naught, ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: "Two souls are in my thought, ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
When twenty-one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn't get up steam To welcome ...
I drink my fill of foamy ale I sing a song, I tell a tale, I play the fiddle; My ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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