 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 596 страница
...desolation ! there's a voice within That weeps ... as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof. V. I I.TFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral...lay hid in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burtj Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly, It... | |
 | Caroline Chesebro' - 1852 - 346 страница
...her emotion, and her joy. She had not been deceived ; that voice had in its tone of revealment, a " Behold, and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me !" She gave her hand to the timid questioner, who had suddenly become so bold, and said softly : —... | |
 | 1851 - 574 страница
...she wots not of, but I cannot explain more ; time presses. ****ii* C To be continued.) MY BELOVED. I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra...the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grey ness. If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly, It might be well perhaps.... | |
 | 1862 - 718 страница
...holds thee ?" " Death !" I said. But, there; The silver answer rang, ..." Not Death, but Love." v. I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra...the red, wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen gray ness. If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly It might be well, perhaps.... | |
 | 1862 - 712 страница
...holds thee ?" " Death !" I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, ..." Not Death, but Love." v. I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra...the red, wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grayness. If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly It might be well, perhaps.... | |
 | 1862 - 716 страница
...holds thee ?" " Death !" I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, ..." Not Death, but Love." . v. I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral ura, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see • What a great... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1864 - 334 страница
...further proof Of desolation ! there's a voice within That weeps . . as thou must sing . . alone, aloof. I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, Aud, looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see "What a great heap of... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1870 - 533 страница
...further proof Of desolation ! there's a voice within That weeps, . as thou must sing. . alone aloof. I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And looking in thine eyes, 1 overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1872 - 336 страница
...proof Of desolation ! there's a voice within That weeps . . as thou must sing . . alone, aloof. T. \ LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, 1 overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1872 - 540 страница
...further proof Of desolation ! there's a voice within That weeps, . as thou must sing. . alone aloof. I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn. And looking in thine eyes, 1 overturn The a^hes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me. And how... | |
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I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grayness. 
