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 ...
I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud About thee,as wild vines, about a tree, Put out ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
When I attain to utter forth in verse Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly Along my pulses, yearning to ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
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