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Hace 2 días · To George Sand: A Desire. THOU large -brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions. Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance. And answers roar for roar, as spirits can: I would some mild miraculous thunder ran. Above the applauded circus, in appliance. Of thine own nobler nature 's strength and science,
Hace 3 días · Sonnet 28 - My Letters! All Dead Paper, Mute And White! My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And let them drop down on my knee to- night. Yet I wept for it!-this, . . . the paper's light . . . As if God 's future thundered on my past. With Iying at my heart that beat too fast. And this . . .
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 6 días · The old man may weep for his tomorrow, Which is lost in Long Ago; The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand. Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers,
21 de may. de 2024 · For Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Robert Browning use the abbreviations EBB and RB. Role: Click on the drop-down button to search by Author, Editor, Compiler, Illustrator, etc. Leaving the field blank returns all. Title: Entering words will return all titles containing those words (and forms of them).
Hace 4 días · Because thou hast strength to see and hate. A foul thing done within thy gate.'. 'Not so,' I answered once again. 'To curse, choose men. For I, a woman, have only known. How the heart melts and the tears run down.'. 'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write. My curse to-night. Some women weep and curse, I say.
Hace 4 días · To watch the sunset from the sky. ` Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said; I, smiling at him, shook my head : 'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I. V. So tired, so tired, my heart and I ! Though now none takes me on his arm. To fold me close and kiss me warm. Till each quick breath end in a sigh.
