La vie et l'oeuvre d'Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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A. Colin, 1905 - 365 páginas
 

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Página 355 - 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! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Página 258 - tis for women to sit still On winter nights, by solitary fires, And hear the nations praising them far off...
Página 169 - WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong. Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher. Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point,— what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented ? Think. In mounting higher, 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...
Página 355 - 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 ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of...
Página 85 - Ce n'est pas dans les choses extraordinaires et bizarres que se trouve l'excellence de quelque genre que ce soit. On s'élève pour y arriver, et on s'en éloigne : il faut le plus souvent s'abaisser.
Página 119 - The lonely mountains o'er and the resounding shore a voice of weeping heard and loud lament...
Página 215 - Oh! la Muse se doit aux peuples sans défense! J'oublie, alors, l'amour, la famille, l'enfance, Et les molles chansons, et le loisir serein, Et j'ajoute à ma lyre une corde d'airain!
Página 178 - Que dans tous vos discours la passion émue Aille chercher le cœur, l'échauffe et le remue. ' Si d'un beau mouvement l'agréable fureur Souvent ne nous remplit d'une douce terreur...
Página 217 - Grato mi è il sonno, e più l'esser di sasso: mentre che il danno e la vergogna ' dura, non veder, non sentir, m'è gran ventura; però non mi destar; deh parla basso!
Página 106 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!

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