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 thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think,Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soulMove still, oh, ...
Belov?d, my Belov?d, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
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 ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall standHenceforth in thy shadow. NevermoreAlone upon the threshold of my doorOf ...
What can I give thee back, O liberalAnd princely giver, who hast brought the goldAnd purple of thine heart, unstained, ...
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 thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine ...
WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
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