Methinks we do as fretful children do,
Leaning their faces on the window-pane
To sigh the glass dim with their own breath’s stain,
And shut the sky and landscape from their view;
And, thus, alas! since God the maker drew
A mystic separation ’twixt...
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What was he doing, the great god Pan, He tore out a reed,... |
True genius, but true woman! dost deny |
By B. R. Haydon |
1861 Motionless waifs of ruined towers, |
From “Aurora Leigh” |
Sienna Before thy song (with shifted rhymes |
Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark, Never was lady of Milan nobler in name and in race; Never was lady on earth more true as... |
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