How he sleepeth! having drunken
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
O Rose! who dares to name thee?
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
IF God compel thee to this destiny,
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,
[Book 1]
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,
Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,
WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Can it be right to give what I can give?
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And yet, because thou overcomest so,
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise;
Say over again, and yet once over again,
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
I see thine image through my tears to-night,
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
The breaking waves dashed high
Yet, my pretty sportive friend,