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Há 6 dias · Sonnet Iii. 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.
11 de mai. de 2024 · Best Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning . Sonnet 33 - Yes, Call Me By My Pet-name! Let Me Hear; Xxx; Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways; A Musical Instrument; The Cry Of The Children
Há 6 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.
20 de mai. de 2024 · The Romaunt Of Margret (excerpts) IX. "My lips do need thy breath, My lips do need thy smile, And my pallid eyne, that light in thine. Which met the stars erewhile: Yet go with light and life. If that thou lovest one. In all the earth who loveth thee.
Há 5 dias · I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. 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.
Há 2 dias · XVIII. I never gave a lock of hair away. To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully, I ring out to the full brown length and say. 'Take it.'. My day of youth went yesterday; My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Há 5 dias · 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, I love thee with the breath,
