The Sweetness Of England (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
IX"My lips do need thy breath, My lips do need thy smile, And my pallid eyne, ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem "a ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oathTo love me, I looked forward to the moonTo slacken all ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
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 ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
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 ...
When I attain to utter forth in verse Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly Along my pulses, yearning 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 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To ...
'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 ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me ...
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 ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
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