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 ...
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string, Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem "a ...
If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love's sake only. Do not say"I love her for ...
When we met first and loved, I did not buildUpon the event with marble. Could it meanTo last, a love ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oathTo love me, I looked forward to the moonTo slacken all ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissedThe finger of this hand wherewith I write;And ever since, it grew ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think,Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soulMove still, oh, ...
I never gave a lock of hair awayTo a man, dearest, except this to thee,Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,I ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchangeAnd be all to me? Shall I never missHome-talk and blessings and ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night,And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. HowRefer the cause?—Beloved, is it thouOr ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeedAnd worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,Let temple burn, or flax; an equal lightLeaps ...
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knifeShut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, ...
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 ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
AND, O beloved voices, upon which Ours passionately call because erelong Ye brake off in the middle of that song ...
Can it be right to give what I can give ? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
All are not taken; there are left behind Living Belov?ds, tender looks to bring And make the daylight still a ...
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 ...
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 ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
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 ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
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