Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHoughton, Mifflin, and Company, 1875 - 282 páginas |
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... English language ; more than this , the most inspired woman , so far as known , of all who have composed in ancient or modern tongues , or flour- ished in any land or time . What have we of Sappho , beyond a few exquisite fragments , a ...
... English language ; more than this , the most inspired woman , so far as known , of all who have composed in ancient or modern tongues , or flour- ished in any land or time . What have we of Sappho , beyond a few exquisite fragments , a ...
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. melodious greensward of English song , the remains of what woman are left to us , which in quantity and inspiration compete with those of Mrs. Browning ? What poet of her own sex , except Sap- pho , did she ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. melodious greensward of English song , the remains of what woman are left to us , which in quantity and inspiration compete with those of Mrs. Browning ? What poet of her own sex , except Sap- pho , did she ...
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... English language ; more than this , the most inspired woman , so far as known , of all who have composed in ancient or modern tongues , or flour- ished in any land or time . What have we of Sappho , beyond a few exquisite fragments , a ...
... English language ; more than this , the most inspired woman , so far as known , of all who have composed in ancient or modern tongues , or flour- ished in any land or time . What have we of Sappho , beyond a few exquisite fragments , a ...
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. melodious greensward of English song , the remains of what woman are left to us , which in quantity and inspiration compete with those of Mrs. Browning ? What poet of her own sex , except Sap- pho , did she ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. melodious greensward of English song , the remains of what woman are left to us , which in quantity and inspiration compete with those of Mrs. Browning ? What poet of her own sex , except Sap- pho , did she ...
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... in themselves , preserving the spirit of their originals , yet graceful with that freedom of which Shelley's " Hymn to Mercury " is the most win- some English exemplar since Chapman's time . Our poet was 26 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING .
... in themselves , preserving the spirit of their originals , yet graceful with that freedom of which Shelley's " Hymn to Mercury " is the most win- some English exemplar since Chapman's time . Our poet was 26 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING .
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art is vital Aurora Leigh beauty Browning's Clement Marot compose by art crated interpreter cried Damfreville derstand her genius Drama of Exile ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Emanuel Swedenborg enables us clearly English Evelyn Hope exalts the bard eyes faith exalts Favorite Poems female poet finement has caused forget that art galloped Gismond grew guilders harp was broken heart Hervé Riel imagination Italy lips Lorge lyrical makers to forget marriage mass of verse Mayor minstrel lay dying Miss Barrett's morning noble passion pathy period when technical pipe Piper Plato poet poetry powers of expres rats Robert Browning Sappho scorn sea our galleys ship sibylline minstrel lay silence singer was hushed smile song was free Sonnets soul spirit stood sun-skirts sure as fate sweet teachings of Emanuel temporal truths Theocritus Theodore Tilton thought Victorian era vital chiefly voice were speaking Weser woman word
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Página 57 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 68 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 56 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Página 70 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Página 32 - There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Página 25 - Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan! Piercing sweet by the river! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan! The sun on the hill forgot to die, And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly Came back to dream on the river.
Página 53 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!
Página 38 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Página 56 - Aix" — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Página 27 - And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?