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beauty born breath bright called charm COLERIDGE Continued Cornhill critic Crown 8vo dark dear death delight divine doth dream earth Edition ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English expression eyes face fair Faith fear feel flowers friends give grace hand happy hath heart heaven hold hope Illustrated interesting Italy JOHN Lady language leaves less light live London look master Milton mind morn Muse nature never night notes once passion perhaps pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Price pure reader reason rest round seen Shakespeare sight sing sleep song sonnets soul sound SPEARE SPENSER spirit spring story sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touches true truth verse voice volume WILLIAM SHAKE WORTH writer written
31 ページ - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
48 ページ - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
102 ページ - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity . The gentleness of heaven is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
55 ページ - come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free...
35 ページ - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
42 ページ - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
26 ページ - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
210 ページ - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...