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Há 2 dias · Let the world 's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm. In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm, And let us hear no sound of human strife. After the click of the shutting. Life to life—. I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm, And feel as safe as guarded by a charm. Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife.
Há 3 dias · 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.
22 de mai. de 2024 · The old man may weep for his tomorrow, Which is lost in Long Ago; The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand. Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers,
Há 4 dias · Top 10 most used topics by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I Love You 184 Love 184 Sonnet 136 God 134 Heart 110 Life 106 Soul 98 Face 68 World 67 Death 65 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes. Who so loves believes the impossible. Think, In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep ...
Há 2 dias · 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 ...
Há 2 dias · 47. Sonnet Xi. 48. Xliii. 49. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point. 50. Sonnet Xxi: Say Over Again. Total 184 Love Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Há 5 dias · Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine! “For oh,” say the children, “we are weary, And we cannot run or leap —. If we cared for any meadows, it were merely. To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping —. We fall upon our faces, trying to go ;
