Sonnet 38 – First time he kissed me, he but only kissed (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
CHAPTER 1 Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific, Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demon Hath form'd this ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific! Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon Hath form'd this abominable ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, ...
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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