Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.

He likes the poor things of the world the best,
I would not, therefore, if I could be rich.
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He likes the poor things of the world the best,
I would not, therefore, if I could be rich.
It pleases him t stoop for buttercups.

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and read more

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time.

Light tomorrow with today.

Light tomorrow with today.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Who so loves believes the impossible.