The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Том 2

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Страница 245 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows: The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! 10 They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the...
Страница 249 - Who is God that he should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred? When we sob aloud the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word; » And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door: Is it likely God, with angels singing round him, Hears our weeping any more? " Two words, indeed, of praying we remember, « And, at midnight's hour of harm, ' Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know...
Страница 296 - Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow On her shining hair and face.
Страница 246 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man's hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; "Your old earth...
Страница 223 - Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, — Toll slowly . And I read this ancient Rhyme, in the...
Страница 217 - Past the court and through the doors, across the rushes of the floors; But they goad him up the stair. Then from out her bower chambere, did the Duchess May repair. Toll slowly. "Tell me now what is your need...
Страница 285 - No,' this morning, sir, I say : Colours seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. When the viols played their best, Lamps above and laughs below, Love me sounded like a jest. Fit for yes or fit for no. Call me false or call me free, Vow, whatever light may shine,— No man on your face shall see Any grief for change on mine.
Страница 298 - And the first time I will send A white rosebud for a guerdon, And the second time a glove ; But the third time — I may bend From my pride, and answer — 'Pardon If he comes to take my love.
Страница 148 - Pomegranate," which, if cut deep down the middle, Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
Страница 66 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...

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