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Há 6 dias · To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied. To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried. By natural ills, received the comfort fast, While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff. Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. I seek no copy now of life's first half:
16 de mai. de 2024 · The angels would press on us and aspire. To drop some golden orb of perfect song. Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay. Rather on earth, Beloved,-where the unfit. Contrarious moods of men recoil away. And isolate pure spirits, and permit. A place to stand and love in for a day, With darkness and the death -hour rounding it.
18 de mai. de 2024 · Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise. On one another, as they strike athwart. Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art. A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes. Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part.
13 de mai. de 2024 · Sonnet Xiv: If Thou Must Love Me. Except for love's sake only. Do not say. May be unwrought so. Neither love me for. Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say <i>'I love her for her smile--her look--her way Of ...
4 de mai. de 2024 · A Dead Rose By Elizabeth Barrett Browning Analysis. March 15, 2024 by Ted Hannah. Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
21 de mai. de 2024 · Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) Robert Browning (1812–1889) Robert (“Pen”) Barrett Browning (1849–1912) Robert Browning, Sr. (1782–1866) Fannie Browning (1853–1935) Sarianna Browning (1814–1903) Cue Titles & Abbreviations. Chronology. Biographical Sketches.
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.
