Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy
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And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy
And eternity's despair!
And they heart the words it said--
Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead!
O brave poets, keep back nothing;
Nor mix falsehood with the whole!
Look up Godward! speak the read more
O brave poets, keep back nothing;
Nor mix falsehood with the whole!
Look up Godward! speak the truth in
Worthy song from earnest soul!
Hold, in high poetic duty,
Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.
Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.
Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his read more
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood,
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O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of Grief--holy herein,
That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
