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Há 2 dias · To watch the sunset from the sky. ` Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said; I, smiling at him, shook my head : 'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I. V. So tired, so tired, my heart and I ! Though now none takes me on his arm. To fold me close and kiss me warm. Till each quick breath end in a sigh.
1 de mai. de 2024 · The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete ,---. Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee. Yes, and the heart doth owe thee. More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold. As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold !---.
20 de mai. de 2024 · Beloved, my Beloved, when I think. That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone here in the snow. And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink. No moment at thy voice, but, link by link, Went counting all my chains as if that so. They never could fall off at any blow. Struck by thy possible hand,-why, thus I drink.
Há 6 dias · Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron. He was, and is not! Graecia's trembling shore, Sighing through all her palmy groves, shall tell. That Harold's pilgrimage at last is o'er-. Mute the impassioned tongue, and tuneful shell, That erst was wont in noblest strains to swell-. Hush'd the proud shouts that rode Aegaea's wave!
Há 3 dias · Browning, having secretly married the poet Elizabeth Barrett, went with her to Italy, where they lived for 15 happy years. Following her death there in 1861, he returned to England, where he wrote "Dramatis Personae" (1864), followed by his masterpiece, the murder story, "The Ring and the Book" (1868-69).
Há 6 dias · The magi of the East, in sandals worn, Knelt reverent, sweeping round, With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground, The incense, myrrh, and gold. These baby hands were impotent to hold: So let all earthlies and celestials wait. Upon thy royal state. Sleep, sleep, my kingly One! Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Há 1 dia · L’un des poètes les plus célèbres de cette époque était Elizabeth Barrett Browning. « How Do I Love Thee? » est parmi sa collection de sonnets pour son cher mari, Robert Browning. La relation entre Barrett et Browning n’était pas toujours facile. Le père d’Elizabeth ne voulait pas que ses enfants se marient.
