Poems, by E.B. Barrett, Volumen2

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Chapman & Hall, 1862
 

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Página 145 - And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Página 149 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see. For they mind you of their angels in high places, With eyes turned on Deity. " How long," they say, " how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world on a child's heart, — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O goldheaper, And your purple shows your path ! But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper Than the strong...
Página 146 - Ay, be silent ! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment, mouth to mouth ! Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth ! Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals : Let them prove their...
Página 269 - SUBSTITUTION. some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh, Not reason's subtle count ; not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew ; Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon ; nor yet the spheric laws...
Página 268 - Grief I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the mid-night 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. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death — Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe, Till itself crumble to the...
Página 147 - When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word. And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door: Is it likely God, with angels singing round Him, Hears our weeping any more? "Two words, Indeed, of praying we remember, And at midnight's hour of harm, 'Our Father," looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know no other words except 'Our Father...
Página 145 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep.
Página 90 - Yes, and he too ! let him stand In thy thoughts untouched by blame. Could he help it, if my hand He had claimed with hasty claim ? That was wrong perhaps — but then Such things be — and will, again.
Página 95 - Colder grow my hands and feet — When I wear the shroud I made, Let the folds lie straight and neat, And the rosemary be spread, That if any friend should come, (To see thee, sweet !) all the room May be lifted out of gloom.
Página 143 - is very dreary; Our young feet" they say, "are very weak; Few paces have we taken, yet are weary Our grave-rest is very far to seek: Ask the...

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