Elizabeth Barrett Browning ( 10 of 96 )
Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.
Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.
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.
A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the read more
A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware:
I would not play her larcenous tricks
To have her looks!
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
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Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close;
Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
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Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Light tomorrow with today.
Light tomorrow with today.
World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not read more
World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
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.
We get no good
By being ungenerous, even to a book,
And calculating profits--so much help
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We get no good
By being ungenerous, even to a book,
And calculating profits--so much help
By so much reading. It is rather when
We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge
Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound,
Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth--
'Tis then we get the right good from a book.
