Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral read more
What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral line
Of still expanding and ascending gyres,
It pushed toward the intense significance
Of all things, hungry for the Infinite?
Art's life--and where we live, we suffer and toil.
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to read more
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to lover.
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
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Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close;
Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.