Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor read more
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
The beauty seems right
By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong
Because of weakness.
The beauty seems right
By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong
Because of weakness.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
That you dropped away in!
On your curls' full roundness stand
Golden lights serenely--
One cheek, pushed out by the hand,
Folds the dimple inly.
