Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
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"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,--
"What glory then for me
In such a company?--
Roses plenty, roses plenty
And one nightingale for twenty?"
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
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Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Until the day's out and the labour done.
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks,
Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks,
Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
