Poems, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1857 |
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... praying : To the rose in the bower - place , That dripped o'er you sleeping : To the asphodel flower - place , Ye walked ankle - deep in ! We pluck at your raiment , We stroke down your hair , We faint in our lament And pine into air ...
... praying : To the rose in the bower - place , That dripped o'er you sleeping : To the asphodel flower - place , Ye walked ankle - deep in ! We pluck at your raiment , We stroke down your hair , We faint in our lament And pine into air ...
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... prayer , Unfastening , clasp by clasp , the hard , tight thought Which clipped my heart and showed me evermore Loathed of thy justice as I loathe the snake , And as the pure ones loathe our sin . To - day , All day , beloved , as we ...
... prayer , Unfastening , clasp by clasp , the hard , tight thought Which clipped my heart and showed me evermore Loathed of thy justice as I loathe the snake , And as the pure ones loathe our sin . To - day , All day , beloved , as we ...
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... prayer to pass , My unkind Eve , betwixt our mutual lives ? If I am exiled , must I be bereaved ? Eve . ' Twas an ill prayer : it shall be prayed no more ; And God did use it like a foolishness , Giving no answer . Now my heart has ...
... prayer to pass , My unkind Eve , betwixt our mutual lives ? If I am exiled , must I be bereaved ? Eve . ' Twas an ill prayer : it shall be prayed no more ; And God did use it like a foolishness , Giving no answer . Now my heart has ...
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... empress yesterday , Put off from me , to - day , your hate with prayers ! I , yesterday , who answered the Lord God , Composed and glad as singing - birds the sun , Might shriek now from our dismal desert , ' God 56 A DRAMA OF EXILE .
... empress yesterday , Put off from me , to - day , your hate with prayers ! I , yesterday , who answered the Lord God , Composed and glad as singing - birds the sun , Might shriek now from our dismal desert , ' God 56 A DRAMA OF EXILE .
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Robert Browning. Strewn woolly soft with promise ! if ye have sinned , Your prayers tread high as angels ! if ye have grieved , Ye are too mortal to be pitiable , The power to die disproves the right to grieve . Go to ! ye call this ruin ...
Robert Browning. Strewn woolly soft with promise ! if ye have sinned , Your prayers tread high as angels ! if ye have grieved , Ye are too mortal to be pitiable , The power to die disproves the right to grieve . Go to ! ye call this ruin ...
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