Elizabeth Barrett Browning ( 10 of 96 )
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
There's not a crime
But takes its proper change out still in crime
If once rung on read more
There's not a crime
But takes its proper change out still in crime
If once rung on the counter of this world.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
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"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,--
"What glory then for me
In such a company?--
Roses plenty, roses plenty
And one nightingale for twenty?"
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to read more
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to lover.
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their read more
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The read more
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up bodily, wings and all.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
