Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works, Volume 4Smith, Elder & Company, 1873 |
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works, Volume 4 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Visualização integral - 1884 |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works, Volume 4 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Visualização integral - 1885 |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works, Volume 4 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Visualização integral - 1873 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
acrostic æther angels Apolinarius back the Grand back your Grand beauty bishop blank verse blessed brave breath brow called Canterbury Tales CASTRUCCIO CASTRACANI Chaucer child Christian cold critics crown curse dæmon dark days go dead deed divine dream earth Emperor Evermore Euripides eyes face fair flowers genius GEORGE PISIDA gifts glory God's golden Gorboduc grace Grand Duke grave Greek Gregory Nazianzen hand hast heart heaven Heraclius Homer honour Italy King kiss lady light lips live look love's METAMORPH Michael Psellus mother mouth nations nature nightingales noble passion poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope praise Psyche Queen Queen Anne's men reader rhyme scarcely Shakespeare sigh SIMEON METAPHRASTES sing sleep smile song soul speak stand sweet sword Synesius take back tears THEODORE PRODROMUS Theseus thine things thought throne tion true truth turned VIII voice word write
Passagens conhecidas
Página 120 - He tore out a reed, the great God Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river : The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.
Página 121 - This is the way," laughed the great god Pan, (Laughed while he sat by the river,) " The only way, since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.
Página 120 - WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat • With the dragon-fly on the river? He tore out a reed, the great god Pan...
Página 162 - When Venice and Rome keep their new jubilee, When your flag takes all heaven for its white, green and red, When you have your country from mountain to sea, When King Victor has Italy's crown on his head, (And / have my Dead) — What then?
Página 35 - Down she stepped to a pallet where lay a face like a girl's, Young, and pathetic with dying, — a deep black hole in the curls. "Art thou from Tuscany, brother? and seest thou, dreaming in pain. Thy mother stand in the -piazza, searching the list of the slain...
Página 169 - Yet oh, for the skies that are softer and higher!' Sighed the North to the South; 'For the flowers that blaze, and the trees that aspire, And the insects made of a song or a fire!
Página 162 - Forgive me. Some women bear children in strength, And bite back the cry of their pain in self-scorn ; But the birth-pangs of nations will wring us at length Into wail such as this — and we sit on forlorn When the man-child is born.
Página 89 - She never found fault with you, never implied Your wrong by her right ; and yet men at her side Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town , The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — My Kate.
Página 158 - Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea, Both ! both my boys ! If in keeping the feast You want a great song for your Italy free, Let none look at me.
Página 37 - Long she s'tood and gazed, and twice she tried at the name; But two great crystal tears were all that faltered and came. Only a tear for Venice ? She turned as in passion and loss, And stooped to his forehead and kissed it, as if she were kissing the cross.