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, ...
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 ...
The seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
When I attain to utter forth in verse Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly Along my pulses, yearning to ...
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It ...
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 ...
THE seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny The woman's nature with a manly scorn And break away the gauds ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
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, ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
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. 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--- ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel ...
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories