Only a Curl. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- That ...
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, ...
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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