The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 3. ciltJ. Miller, 1874 |
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Sayfa 414 - 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.
Sayfa 413 - 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. III. High on the shore sat the great god Pan...
Sayfa 360 - we must be here to work; And men who work can only work for men, And, not to work in vain, must comprehend Humanity and so work humanly, And raise men's bodies still by raising souls, \ As God did first.
Sayfa 447 - 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!
Sayfa 388 - 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.
Sayfa 38 - I flattered all the beauteous country round, As poets use, the skies, the clouds, the fields, The happy violets hiding from the roads The primroses run down to , carrying gold ; The tangled hedgerows, where the cows push out Impatient horns and tolerant churning mouths 'Twixt dripping ash-boughs, — hedgerows all alive With birds and gnats and large white butterflies Which look as if the May-flower had caught life And palpitated forth upon the wind...
Sayfa 385 - A worthless woman! mere cold clay As all false things are! but so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. I would not play her larcenous tricks To have her looks! She lied and stole, And spat into my love's pure pyx The rank saliva of her soul.
Sayfa 15 - no " when the world says " ay," For that is fatal, — their angelic reach Of virtue, chiefly used to sit and darn, And fatten household sinners, — their, in brief, Potential faculty in everything Of abdicating power in it : she owned She liked a woman to be womanly, And English women, she thanked God and sighed (Some people always sigh in thanking God), Were models to the universe.
Sayfa 174 - O sorrowful great gift Conferred on poets, of a twofold life, When one life has been found enough for pain ! We, staggering 'neath our burden as mere men, Being called to stand up straight as demi-gods...
Sayfa 414 - Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed, He blew in power by the river. Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan, Piercing sweet by the river ! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan The sun on the hill forgot to die, And the lilies revived, and the dragonfly Came back to dream on the river.