The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning ...C. S. Francis & Company, 1850 |
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... Lay of the Early Rose The Lady's " Yes . " A Portrait L. E. L.'s Last Question The Mournful Mother · The Romance of the Swan's Nest 262 267 272 277 285 287 290 293 296 $ J DEDICATION . TO MY FATHER . WHEN your eyes fall 269486.
... Lay of the Early Rose The Lady's " Yes . " A Portrait L. E. L.'s Last Question The Mournful Mother · The Romance of the Swan's Nest 262 267 272 277 285 287 290 293 296 $ J DEDICATION . TO MY FATHER . WHEN your eyes fall 269486.
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... Mother , mother ” - And I wail ! Second Spirit . Your melancholy looks do pierce me through ; Corruption swathes the paleness of your beauty . Why have ye done this thing ? What did we do That we should fall from bliss , as ye from duty ...
... Mother , mother ” - And I wail ! Second Spirit . Your melancholy looks do pierce me through ; Corruption swathes the paleness of your beauty . Why have ye done this thing ? What did we do That we should fall from bliss , as ye from duty ...
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... mother of the coming life ? Hear the steep generations , how they fall Adown the visionary stairs of Time , Like supernatural thunders - far , yet near ; Sowing their fiery echoes through the hills . Am I a cloud to these - mother to ...
... mother of the coming life ? Hear the steep generations , how they fall Adown the visionary stairs of Time , Like supernatural thunders - far , yet near ; Sowing their fiery echoes through the hills . Am I a cloud to these - mother to ...
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... Mother of the world , Take heart before this Presence . Rise , aspire Unto the calms and magnanimities , The lofty uses , and the noble ends , The sanctified devotion and full work , To which thou art elect for evermore , First woman ...
... Mother of the world , Take heart before this Presence . Rise , aspire Unto the calms and magnanimities , The lofty uses , and the noble ends , The sanctified devotion and full work , To which thou art elect for evermore , First woman ...
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... mother pray ! I heard , sir knight , the prayer for me Wherein she passed away ; And I know the Heavens are leaning down To hear what I shall say . " The page spake calm and high As of no mean degree ; Perhaps he felt in nature's broad ...
... mother pray ! I heard , sir knight , the prayer for me Wherein she passed away ; And I know the Heavens are leaning down To hear what I shall say . " The page spake calm and high As of no mean degree ; Perhaps he felt in nature's broad ...
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Adam ADAM and Eve adown æther angel beauty beneath blessed bower breath bride brow brown rosarie calm child cloud crown curse dark dead death DRAMA OF EXILE dream dreamlight drop dropt Earth Spirits evermore eyes face fair feet final doom flowers Gabriel gaze glory God's grave grief hand Hans Christian Andersen hast hear heard heart Heaven heavenly holy kiss lady lady Eve light lips little birds sang live look Lucifer Mary Howitt mother night noble o'er Onora in sleep pale passion phantasm pitiful plucked poem poet Poet voices pray ride rose Rose-trees round scorn semichorus shadow silence singing smile social fictions softly song soul spake speak stars steed stood sweet sword tears thee thine things thought thrones Toll slowly tread trees tremble unto vision voices passing wail ween weeping wild wind wings word young
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Side 245 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, — And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows : The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! — They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country...
Side 250 - And well may the children weep before you! They are weary ere they run: They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man without...
Side 247 - With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do: Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through!
Side 249 - O my brothers, To look up to Him and pray ; So the blessed One, who blesseth all the others, Will bless them another day. They answer, " Who is God that He should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred...
Side 250 - How long," they say, " how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world on a child's heart, — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O goldheaper, And your purple shows your path ! But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper Than the strong man in his wrath.
Side 198 - LIFE treads on life, and heart on heart ; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart : And I was 'ware of walking down That same green forest where had gone The poet-pilgrim.
Side 246 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man's hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; "Your old earth...
Side 85 - But, go to ! thy love Shall chant itself its own beatitudes, After its own life-working. A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips, shall make thee glad : A poor man served by thee, shall make thee rich ; A sick man, helped by thee, shall make thee strong ; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
Side 239 - I have lost — oh, many a pleasure, Many a hope, and many a power — Studious health, and merry leisure, The first dew on the first flower ! But the first of all my losses was the losing of the bower.
Side 296 - She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shallow water's flow : Now she holds them nakedly In her hands, all sleek and dripping, While she rocketh to and fro...