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L. E. L.'s Last Question L. E. L.'s Last Question

L. E. L.'s Last Question
"Do you think of me as I think of you?" (From her poem written during the voyage to the Cape.) I. "Do you think of me as I think of you, My friends, my friends?"--She said it from the sea, The English minstrel in her minstrelsy, While, under brighter skies than erst she knew, Her heart grew dark, and groped there as the blind To reach across the waves friends left behind-- "Do you... Poems - Post by : PROFIToday.com - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 1772

Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans

Felicia Hemans
TO L. E. L.,REFERRING TO HER MONODY ON THE POETESS. I. Thou bay-crowned living One that o'er the bay-crowned Dead art bowing, And o'er the shadeless moveless brow the vital shadow throwing, And o'er the sighless songless lips the wail and music wedding, And dropping o'er the tranquil eyes the tears not of their shedding!-- II. Take music from the silent Dead whose meaning is completer, Reserve thy tears for living brows where all such tears are... Poems - Post by : jrleech - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2765

The Sea-mew The Sea-mew

The Sea-mew
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO M. E. H. I. How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one, But shadows ever man pursue. II. Familiar with the waves and free As if their own white foam were he, His heart upon the heart of ocean Lay learning all its mystic motion, And throbbing... Poems - Post by : gavins - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2338

A Sea-side Walk A Sea-side Walk

A Sea-side Walk
I. We walked beside the sea After a day which perished silently Of its own glory--like the princess weird Who, combating the Genius, scorched and seared, Uttered with burning breath, "Ho! victory!" And sank adown, a heap of ashes pale: So runs the Arab tale. II. The sky above us showed A universal... Poems - Post by : burrr - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 3471

Man And Nature Man And Nature

Man And Nature
A sad man on a summer day Did look upon the earth and say-- "Purple cloud the hill-top binding; Folded hills the valleys wind in; Valleys with fresh streams among you; Streams with bosky trees along you; Trees with many birds and blossoms; Birds with music-trembling bosoms; Blossoms dropping dews that wreathe you To your fellow flowers beneath you; Flowers that constellate on earth; Earth that shakest to... Poems - Post by : Melvin_Ng - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2813

To Bettine, The Child-friend Of Goethe To Bettine, The Child-friend Of Goethe

To Bettine, The Child-friend Of Goethe
"I have the second sight, Goethe!"--Letters of a Child. I. Bettine, friend of Goethe, Hadst thou the second sight-- Upturning worship and delight With such a loving duty To his grand face, as women will, The childhood 'neath thine eyelids still? II. --Before his shrine to doom thee, Using the same child's smile That heaven and earth, beheld erewhile... Poems - Post by : mochajoe - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2660

The Soul's Travelling The Soul's Travelling

The Soul's Travelling
Ede noerous Petasai tarsous.--SYNESIUS. I. I dwell amid the city ever. The great humanity which beats Its life along the stony streets, Like a strong and unsunned river In a self-made course, I sit and hearken while it rolls. Very sad and very hoarse Certes is the flow of souls; Infinitest tendencies By the finite prest and pent, In the finite, turbulent:... Poems - Post by : welmon - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 3269

An Island An Island

An Island
All goeth but Goddis will.--OLD POET. I. My dream is of an island-place Which distant seas keep lonely, A little island on whose face The stars are watchers only: Those bright still stars! they need not seem Brighter or stiller in my dream. II. An island full of hills and dells, All rumpled and uneven With green recesses, sudden swells,... Poems - Post by : arbelyod - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2804

Earth And Her Praisers Earth And Her Praisers

Earth And Her Praisers
I. The Earth is old; Six thousand winters make her heart a-cold; The sceptre slanteth from her palsied hold. She saith, "'Las me! God's word that I was 'good' Is taken back to heaven, From whence when any sound comes, I am riven By some sharp bolt; and now no angel would Descend with sweet dew-silence on my mountains, To... Poems - Post by : grdunb - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2914

Night And The Merry Man Night And The Merry Man

Night And The Merry Man
NIGHT. 'Neath my moon what doest thou, With a somewhat paler brow Than she giveth to the ocean? He, without a pulse or motion, Muttering low before her stands, Lifting his invoking hands Like a seer before a sprite, To catch her oracles of light: But thy soul out-trembles now Many pulses on thy brow. Where be all thy laughters clear, Others laughed alone to... Poems - Post by : Technogeek - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 993

The Fourfold Aspect The Fourfold Aspect

The Fourfold Aspect
I. When ye stood up in the house With your little childish feet, And, in touching Life's first shows, First the touch of Love did meet,-- Love and Nearness seeming one, By the heartlight cast before, And of all Beloveds, none Standing farther than the door; Not a... Poems - Post by : Gedagger - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 1076

A Child Asleep A Child Asleep

A Child Asleep
I. How he sleepeth, having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore! From its pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures to make room for more; Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day before. II. Nosegays! leave them for the waking; Throw them earthward where they grew;... Poems - Post by : 36701 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2348

The Cry Of The Children The Cry Of The Children

The Cry Of The Children
"Pheu, pheu, ti prosderkesthe m' ommasin, tekna?"---Medea. I. 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,... Poems - Post by : dimasorokine - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2964

The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point

The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ancestor, And God was thanked for liberty. I have run through the night, my skin is as dark, I bend my knee down on this mark: I look on the sky and the sea. II. O pilgrim-souls, I speak to you! I see... Poems - Post by : ls72959 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2555

Lady Geraldine's Courtship: A Romance Of The Age Lady Geraldine's Courtship: A Romance Of The Age

Lady Geraldine's Courtship: A Romance Of The Age
A Poet writes to his Friend. PLACE--A Room in Wycombe Hall.TIME--Late in the evening. I. Dear my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o'er you! Down the purple of this chamber tears should scarcely run at will. I am humbled who was humble. Friend, I bow my head before you: You should lead me to my peasants, but their faces are too still. II. There's a lady, an earl's daughter,--she is proud and she is noble,... Poems - Post by : jknowles - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2238

Bertha In The Lane Bertha In The Lane

Bertha In The Lane
I. Put the broidery-frame away, For my sewing is all done: The last thread is used to-day, And I need not join it on. Though the clock stands at the noon I am weary. I have sewn, Sweet, for thee, a wedding-gown. II. Sister, help me to the bed, And stand near me, Dearest-sweet. Do not shrink nor be afraid,... Poems - Post by : chat_junkie9 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 3152

The Romance Of The Swan's Nest The Romance Of The Swan's Nest

The Romance Of The Swan's Nest
So the dreams depart, So the fading phantoms flee, And the sharp reality Now must act its part. WESTWOOD'S Beads from a Rosary I. Little Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow On her shining hair... Poems - Post by : sbugi14 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 2804

Rhyme Of The Duchess May Rhyme Of The Duchess May

Rhyme Of The Duchess May
I. To the belfry, one by one, went the ringers from the sun, Toll slowly. And the oldest ringer said, "Ours is music for the dead When the rebecks are all done." II. Six abeles i' the churchyard grow on the north side in a row,... Poems - Post by : e40rich - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 1483

A Romance Of The Ganges A Romance Of The Ganges

A Romance Of The Ganges
I. Seven maidens 'neath the midnight Stand near the river-sea Whose water sweepeth white around The shadow of the tree; The moon and earth are face to face, And earth is slumbering deep; The wave-voice seems the voice of dreams That wander through her sleep: The river floweth on. II. What bring they 'neath the midnight,... Poems - Post by : Bigdogs - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 3594

The Lay Of The Brown Rosary The Lay Of The Brown Rosary

The Lay Of The Brown Rosary
FIRST PART. I. "Onora, Onora,"--her mother is calling, She sits at the lattice and hears the dew falling Drop after drop from the sycamores laden With dew as with blossom, and calls home the maiden, "Night cometh, Onora." II. She looks down the garden-walk caverned with trees, To the limes at the end where the green arbour is-- "Some sweet thought or other may keep... Poems - Post by : Jrick - Date : October 2011 - Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Read : 1532