Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC. S. Francis, 1851 - 234 էջ |
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... beauty and death , - The white tusk of a boar has transpierced his white thigh ; And his Cypris grows mad at the thin gasping breath , While the black blood drips down on the pale ivory : And his eye - balls lie quenched with the weight ...
... beauty and death , - The white tusk of a boar has transpierced his white thigh ; And his Cypris grows mad at the thin gasping breath , While the black blood drips down on the pale ivory : And his eye - balls lie quenched with the weight ...
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... I weep , and live on like a wretched im mortal , And follow no step ; -O Persephone , take him , My husband ! -thou'rt better and brighter than I ; So all beauty flows down to thee ! I cannot A LAMENT FOR ADONIS . 59.
... I weep , and live on like a wretched im mortal , And follow no step ; -O Persephone , take him , My husband ! -thou'rt better and brighter than I ; So all beauty flows down to thee ! I cannot A LAMENT FOR ADONIS . 59.
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... beauty flows down to thee ! I cannot make him Look up at my grief ; there's despair in my cry , Since I wail for Adonis , who died to me . . died to me .. -Then , I fear thee ! —Art thou dead , my Adored ? Passion ends like a dream in ...
... beauty flows down to thee ! I cannot make him Look up at my grief ; there's despair in my cry , Since I wail for Adonis , who died to me . . died to me .. -Then , I fear thee ! —Art thou dead , my Adored ? Passion ends like a dream in ...
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... Beauty cannot enter The house of anguish . On the threshold stands An alien Image with the shackled hands , Called the Greek Slave : as if the artist meant her , ( That passionless perfection which he lent her , Shadowed , not darkened ...
... Beauty cannot enter The house of anguish . On the threshold stands An alien Image with the shackled hands , Called the Greek Slave : as if the artist meant her , ( That passionless perfection which he lent her , Shadowed , not darkened ...
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... wanner paleness year by year : With odorous gums , she mixeth things defiled ; She trampleth down earth's grasses green and sweet , With her far - wandering feet . III . She plucketh many flowers , Their beauty on 10 Memory and Hope.
... wanner paleness year by year : With odorous gums , she mixeth things defiled ; She trampleth down earth's grasses green and sweet , With her far - wandering feet . III . She plucketh many flowers , Their beauty on 10 Memory and Hope.
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Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese ... Elizabeth Barrett Browning Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1852 |
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Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese ... Elizabeth Barrett Browning Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1851 |
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Adonis Æther angels Antistrophe beauty Behold Beloved beneath birds breath brow called Casa Guidi windows cheek child Chorus chrism church Cimabue curse Cypris Cytherea dare dark dead dear death deep didst doth dream drop earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING evermore eyes face fair FAUNUS feet Florence flowers gaze Giotto glory God's gods grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hephaestus Hermes holy hope Italy kerchief king kiss leave light lips live look Lorenzo the Magnificent love thee man's MARY HOWITT moan mortals neath night Oceanus pale passion Petrarch pope Prometheus purple rose round sigh sight silence sing smile song sorrow soul speak stand stars stone Strength sweet tears thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thunder thy soul turn Tuscan twixt voice wandering weep wilt thou go wings words wrong Zeus
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Էջ 163 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Էջ 156 - My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white ! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night, This said, — he wished to have me in his sight Once, as a friend: this fixed a...
Էջ 125 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving!
Էջ 152 - a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it, Remember never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain, Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed ! Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain Cry . . speak once more . . thou lovest...
Էջ 155 - Mr own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own, Who earnest to me when the world was gone, And I who looked for only God, found thee!
Էջ 128 - Love me in thy gorgeous airs, When the world has crowned thee; Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, With the angels round thee.
Էջ 115 - ... lives very high ! But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why ? And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that's glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face — Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place : As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses' pressure, Half- waking...
Էջ 167 - Neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church, O bella liberta, O bella ! stringing The same words still on notes he went in search So high for, you concluded the upspringing Of such a nimble bird to sky from perch Must leave the whole bush in a tremble green, And that the heart of Italy must beat, While such a voice had leave to rise serene 'Twixt...
Էջ 144 - I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grayness.
Էջ 145 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before.