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26 de may. de 2024 · Elizabeth Barrett Browning > Quotes > Quotable Quote. (?) “Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”. ― Elizabeth Barrett Browning. tags: inspirational-religious.
Hace 5 días · Sonnet 20 - Beloved, My Beloved, When I Think. XX. Beloved, my Beloved, when I think. That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone here in the snow. And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink. No moment at thy voice, but, link by link, Went counting all my chains as if that so. They never could fall off at any blow.
16 de may. de 2024 · 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 unfit. Contrarious moods of men recoil away. And isolate pure spirits, and permit. A place to stand and love in for a day, With darkness and the death -hour rounding it.
Hace 1 día · Sonnet 25 - A Heavy Heart, Beloved, Have I Borne. XXV. A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne. From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow took the place. Of all those natural joys as lightly worn. As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn. By a beating heart at dance - time.
Hace 5 días · Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Rate: (1) Poem topics:, Print This Poem, Rhyme Scheme Submit Spanish Translation Submit German Translation Submit French Translation Sonnet 17 - My Poet, Thou Canst Touch On All The Notes Poem Sonnet 19 - The Soul's Rialto Hath Its Merchandise Poem>>
18 de may. de 2024 · Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise. On one another, as they strike athwart. Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art. A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes. Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part.
20 de may. de 2024 · A knight's bloodhound and he. The funeral watch did keep; With a thought o' the chase he stroked its face. As it howled to see him weep. A fair child kissed the dead, But shrank before its cold. And alone yet proudly in his hall. Did stand a baron of old. Margret, Margret.
