Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
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How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures to make room for more--
Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day
before.
In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world,
Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost.
In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world,
Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost.
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.
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.
