Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow,
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The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow,
Is carried away in a gust of wind.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed.

Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed.

Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.

Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.

And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
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And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone my bier ye come to weep,
Let One, most loving of you all,
Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall;
He giveth His beloved sleep."