Sonnet 24 – Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Five months ago the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed within the sedge, And we were lingering to and fro, ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
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 ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
I heard an Angel Singing When the day was springing: "Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release." So he ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, 'Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.' Thus he sung ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all ...
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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