Sonnet XXXVIII: First Time He Kissed Me (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
First time he kissed me, he but only kissedThe finger of this hand wherewith I write;And ever since, it grew ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissedThe finger of this hand wherewith I write;And ever since, it grew ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know Concentred in one heart their gentleness, That still grew gentler till its pulse ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I think that look of Christ might seem to say-- 'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone Which ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
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 ...
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