Last PoemsJ. Miller, 1862 - 242 pages |
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angel Aphroditè Ariadne Aurora Leigh Bacchus beauty blue brow Browning's Cavour Charlotte Brontë child cold crown curse Cyclops dark daughter days go dead dear death divine Drama of Exile dream drop earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English evermore eyes face fair feel flowers gave gives God's grace grave grief hand head hear heart heaven Hector Italy JAMES MILLER Kate King kissed Lady lips live look Lost Bower love thee love's METAMORPH mother mouth never nightingales noble Pandarus peace poems poet praise pray Psyche queen RICHARD WHATELY river Robert Browning Rome rose round shining sigh silence sing Sleep smile song sorrow soul South speak stand story sweet sweetest sword tears Theseus thing thou thought tired truth Turin turned Twas VIII voice wife woman words ZEPHYRUS Zeus
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Page 25 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints...
Page 185 - And some one came out of the cheers in the street, With a face pale as stone, to say something to me. My Guido was dead! I fell down at his feet, While they cheered in the street.
Page 141 - WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat • With the dragon-fly on the river? He tore out a reed, the great god Pan...
Page 25 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Page 183 - Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Both ! both my boys ! If in keeping the feast You want a great song for your Italy free, Let none look at me...
Page 185 - At first, happy news came, in gay letters moiled With my kisses, — of camp-life and glory, and how They both loved me, and, soon coming home to be spoiled, In return would fan off every fly from my brow With their 'green laurel-bough. Then was triumph at Turin :
Page 35 - God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!
Page 35 - There, in turn I stand with them and praise you — Out of my own self, I dare to phrase it. But the best is when I glide from out them, Cross a step or two of dubious twilight, Come out on the other side, the novel...
Page 141 - He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river: The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.
Page 184 - I was a poetess only last year, And good at my art, for a woman, men said ; But this woman, this, who is agonized here, — The east sea and west sea rhyme on in her head For ever instead.