 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1852 - 252 страница
...year ago, What time I sate alone here in the snow And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink J*fo moment at thy voice, . . but link by link Went counting...Should seem " a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it, Eemember never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain, Comes the fresh Spring... | |
 | 644 страница
...lady, be assured, my dear friend, you were dreaming all the while. CHAPTER X. LOVE'S VOTING DREAM. " Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me ! I am greeted By a donbtful spirit voice. Cry— speak once more— thon lovest ! Who can fear Too... | |
 | 1851 - 574 страница
...Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act of speech, — nor ever call Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white Thou...dull, Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write, And ever since... | |
 | 1862 - 610 страница
...wonder ! Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech, — nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white Thou sawest growing ! Atheists are dull Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.' We feel it almost sacrilege to go on summarizing... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1864 - 420 страница
...wonder ! Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech, — nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms...dull, Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight. SAY over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1864 - 334 страница
...wonder ! Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech,— nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms...dull, Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight, SAY over again, and yet mice over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem... | |
 | 1867 - 174 страница
...tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. PROTESTATIONS. Scriptures. SAY over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me, though the word Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain, Comes the fresh Spring,... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1872 - 336 страница
...wonder ! Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech, — nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms...dull, Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight, . 208 SONNETS FBOM THE POETCGITESE. XXI. SAY over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1870 - 533 страница
...wonder. Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech, — nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms...sawest growing ! Atheists are as dull, Who cannot gue*s God's presence out of sight. SAY over again and yet once over again That thou dost love me. Though... | |
 | 1872 - 900 страница
...my heart, ns on thy brow, to lack No natural heat till mine grows cold in death. Л LOVE. Ill -a SAT h of soul and sense Awoke by infant innocence ! Though...transient love ; Thoughts from the living world intrude p Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain, Comes the fresh spring in all her green completed. Beloved,... | |
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No moment at thy voice, . . but link by link Went counting all my chains as if that so They never could fall off at any blow Struck by thy possible hand .... why, thus I drink Of life's great cup of wonder. Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day... 
