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Há 5 dias · I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all. Who paused a little near the prison - wall. To hear my music in its louder parts. Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's. Or temple's occupation, beyond call. But thou, who, in my voice 's sink and fall. When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's.
9 de mai. de 2024 · elizabeth barrett browning let me count the ways. mike mcarthur. may 09, 2024
Há 2 dias · I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a 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, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Há 4 dias · Sonnet 28 - My Letters! All Dead Paper, Mute And White! XXVIII. 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 day in spring.
Há 5 dias · My curse to-night. Because thou hast strength to see and hate. A foul thing done within thy gate.'. 'Not so,' I answered once again. 'To curse, choose men. For I, a woman, have only known. How the heart melts and the tears run down.'. 'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write. My curse to-night.
Há 2 dias · Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly. Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should, Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee. Drop heavily down,—burst, shattered, everywhere! Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee. And breathe within thy shadow a new air, I do not think of ...
Há 3 dias · To George Sand: A Desire. THOU large -brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions. Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance. And answers roar for roar, as spirits can: I would some mild miraculous thunder ran. Above the applauded circus, in appliance. Of thine own nobler nature 's strength and science,
