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 ...
I "Now give us lands where the olives grow," Cried the North to the South, "Where the sun with a ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeedAnd worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,Let temple burn, or flax; an equal lightLeaps ...
WHAT are we set on earth for? Say, to toil;Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vinesFor all the ...
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knifeShut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, ...
My future will not copy fair my past -I wrote that once; and thinking at my sideMy ministering life-angel justifiedThe ...
But only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
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 ...
AND, O beloved voices, upon which Ours passionately call because erelong Ye brake off in the middle of that song ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
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 THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills, Beloved England, doth the earth appear Quite good enough for men to ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
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 ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From ...
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- That ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
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--- ...
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