Elizabeth Barrett Browning ( 10 of 96 )
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.
Brazen helm of daffodillies,
With a glitter toward the light.
Purple violets for the mouth,
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Brazen helm of daffodillies,
With a glitter toward the light.
Purple violets for the mouth,
Breathing perfumes west and south;
And a sword of flashing lilies,
Holden ready for the fight.
Every wish
Is like a prayer--with God.
Every wish
Is like a prayer--with God.
Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
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Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
To keep a dream or grave apart.
God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
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God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our faces, and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white,--
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, glorified,
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
Get leave to work
In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
Get leave to work
In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
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.
Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.
Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in 't.
