The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning ...C. S. Francis & Company, 1850 |
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... Toll slowly ! And the oldest ringer said , " Ours is music for the Dead , When the rebecks are all done . " Six abeiles i ' the kirkyard grow , on the northside in a row , - Toll slowly ! And the shadows of their tops , rock across the ...
... Toll slowly ! And the oldest ringer said , " Ours is music for the Dead , When the rebecks are all done . " Six abeiles i ' the kirkyard grow , on the northside in a row , - Toll slowly ! And the shadows of their tops , rock across the ...
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... Toll slowly ! And the solemn knell fell in with the tale of life and sin , Like a rhythmic fate sublime . THE RHYME . Broad the forest stood ( I read ) on the hills of Linte- ged- Toll slowly ! And three hundred years had stood , mute ...
... Toll slowly ! And the solemn knell fell in with the tale of life and sin , Like a rhythmic fate sublime . THE RHYME . Broad the forest stood ( I read ) on the hills of Linte- ged- Toll slowly ! And three hundred years had stood , mute ...
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... Toll slowly ! its back , - Like a sullen smouldering pyre , with a top that flick- ers fire , When the wind is on its track . And five hundred archers tall did besiege the castle wall , - Toll slowly ! And the castle , seethed in blood ...
... Toll slowly ! its back , - Like a sullen smouldering pyre , with a top that flick- ers fire , When the wind is on its track . And five hundred archers tall did besiege the castle wall , - Toll slowly ! And the castle , seethed in blood ...
Page 208
... Toll slowly ! " " Tis my will , as lady free , not to wed a Lord of Leigh , But Sir Guy of Linteged . " The old Earl he smiled smooth , then he sighed for wilful youth , - Toll slowly ! " Good my niece , that hand withal , looketh ...
... Toll slowly ! " " Tis my will , as lady free , not to wed a Lord of Leigh , But Sir Guy of Linteged . " The old Earl he smiled smooth , then he sighed for wilful youth , - Toll slowly ! " Good my niece , that hand withal , looketh ...
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... Toll slowly ! sward ! - " By that grave , my lords , which made me , orphaned girl and dowered lady , I deny you wife and ward . ” Unto each she bowed her head , and swept past with Toll slowly ! lofty tread , - Ere the midnight - bell ...
... Toll slowly ! sward ! - " By that grave , my lords , which made me , orphaned girl and dowered lady , I deny you wife and ward . ” Unto each she bowed her head , and swept past with Toll slowly ! lofty tread , - Ere the midnight - bell ...
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Page 245 - 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 ; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! — They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country...
Page 250 - And well may the children weep before you! They are weary ere they run: They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man without...
Page 247 - With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do: Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through!
Page 249 - O my brothers, To look up to Him and pray ; So the blessed One, who blesseth all the others, Will bless them another day. They answer, " Who is God that He should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred...
Page 250 - How long," they say, " how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world on a child's heart, — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O goldheaper, And your purple shows your path ! But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper Than the strong man in his wrath.
Page 198 - LIFE treads on life, and heart on heart ; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart : And I was 'ware of walking down That same green forest where had gone The poet-pilgrim.
Page 246 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man's hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; "Your old earth...
Page 85 - But, go to ! thy love Shall chant itself its own beatitudes, After its own life-working. A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips, shall make thee glad : A poor man served by thee, shall make thee rich ; A sick man, helped by thee, shall make thee strong ; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
Page 239 - I have lost — oh, many a pleasure, Many a hope, and many a power — Studious health, and merry leisure, The first dew on the first flower ! But the first of all my losses was the losing of the bower.
Page 296 - She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shallow water's flow : Now she holds them nakedly In her hands, all sleek and dripping, While she rocketh to and fro...