Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
. . . Purple lilies Dante blew
To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
. . . Purple lilies Dante blew
To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go read more
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go sighing round,
"What love can ever cure this wound?"
My days go on, my days go on.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
