Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in read more
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning's dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!
At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their read more
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
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.
