Identifier: lovepoemsfromwor00brow (find matches)
Title: Love poems from the works of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning;
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861 Harris, Ethel, editor
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Publisher: Chicago, New York, Rand, McNally & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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r cheeks, five months agoSet blushing at thy praises so. Put paleness on for a disguise.Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go! For if my face is turned too pale. It was thine oath that first did fail,—It was thy love proved false and frail,—And why, since these be changed enow, Should / change less than thou ? —Elizabeth ^arrett frowning T^W^ WTW. ^c^=. LOVE POEMS 33 ^n^ Hobe \17E cannot live, except thus mutuallyWe alternate, aware or unaware,The reflex act of life: and when we bearOur virtue outward most impulsively,Most full of invocation, and to beMost instantly compellant, certes thereWe live most life, whoever breathes most airAnd counts his dying years by sun and sea.But when a soul, by choice and conscience, dothThrow out her full force on another soul.The conscience and the concentration bothMake mere life, Love. For Life in perfect wholeAnd aim consummated, is Love in sooth,As Natures magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.—Elizabeth ^arrett frowning :m :■-.- AiJV/A^- -^^
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