From Queens' Gardens: Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean Ingelow, Adelaide A. Procter, Christina Rossetti, and OthersJ. Knight Company, 1888 - 216 pages |
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... uppe , play uppe , O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes , all your swells , Play uppe The Brides of Enderby . " Men say it was a stolen tyde – The Lord that sent it , He knows all ; But in myne ears doth still abide The message that ...
... uppe , play uppe , O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes , all your swells , Play uppe The Brides of Enderby . " Men say it was a stolen tyde – The Lord that sent it , He knows all ; But in myne ears doth still abide The message that ...
Page 69
... uppe Whitefoot , come uppe Lightfoot , Quit the stalks of parsley hollow , Hollow , hollow ; Come uppe Jetty , rise and follow , From the clovers lift your head ; Come uppe Whitefoot , come uppe Lightfoot , Come uppe Jetty , rise and ...
... uppe Whitefoot , come uppe Lightfoot , Quit the stalks of parsley hollow , Hollow , hollow ; Come uppe Jetty , rise and follow , From the clovers lift your head ; Come uppe Whitefoot , come uppe Lightfoot , Come uppe Jetty , rise and ...
Page 70
... uppe into the sky , And all along where Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie , And where the lordly steeple shows . They sayde , " And why should this thing be What danger lowers by land or sea ? They ring the tune of Enderby ...
... uppe into the sky , And all along where Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie , And where the lordly steeple shows . They sayde , " And why should this thing be What danger lowers by land or sea ? They ring the tune of Enderby ...
Page 71
... uppe the market - place . " He shook as one that looks on death : " God save you , mother ! " straight he saith : " Where is my wife , Elizabeth ? " " Good sonne , where Lindis winds away With her two bairns I marked her long : And ere ...
... uppe the market - place . " He shook as one that looks on death : " God save you , mother ! " straight he saith : " Where is my wife , Elizabeth ? " " Good sonne , where Lindis winds away With her two bairns I marked her long : And ere ...
Page 72
... uppe her weltering walls again . Then bankes came downe with ruin and rout Then beaten foam flew round about →→ Then all the mighty floods were out . So farre , so fast the eygre drave , The heart had hardly time to beat , Before a ...
... uppe her weltering walls again . Then bankes came downe with ruin and rout Then beaten foam flew round about →→ Then all the mighty floods were out . So farre , so fast the eygre drave , The heart had hardly time to beat , Before a ...
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Angel that cometh baby smile beloved bird Blessed blossoms bower bright CHRISTINA G cold cowslips crown Cusha daily Bread dare to fail dark day break days go dead dear death divine doth doubting heart dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING fade faint fair fall fear feet flowers friends garden Give glory God's golden Goldilocks grief hath Heaven holy hope hour JEAN INGELOW Lamb of God leave Life's light lilies look Lord love thee LOVE UNDERSTANDS Love-lies-bleeding love's loved once Maiden mystery never night ocean spray pain peace pleasure pray prayers reap rose shadow shine sigh silence sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SOWING AND REAPING spring starry stars strife sweet tears tender thine things thorn thou art to-day to-morrow treasure Trust and Rest Truth Unveiled uppe voice wait weary weep wilt thou go wind wings word
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Page 183 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
Page 69 - I sat and spun within the doore, ' My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. ' Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song.
Page 72 - Then beaten foam flew round about — Then all the mighty floods were out. So farre, so fast the eygre drave, The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at...
Page 108 - One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below : Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band : One will fade as others greet thee ; Shadows passing through the land. Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain ; God will help thee for to-morrow, So each day begin again. Every hour that fleets so slowly Has its task to do or bear ; Luminous the crown, and holy, If thou set each...
Page 209 - I HOPED, that with the brave and strong, My portioned task might lie ; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well ; I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish fell.
Page 11 - WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil ; Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow- workers of the soil To wear for amulets.
Page 14 - TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless — That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens.
Page 68 - Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. " Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe
Page 107 - One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Page 12 - Au. are not taken ! there are left behind Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring. And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so — if I could find No love in all the world for comforting. Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where