Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our read more
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.
The essence of all beauty, I call love,
The attribute, the evidence, and end,
The consummation to read more
The essence of all beauty, I call love,
The attribute, the evidence, and end,
The consummation to the inward sense
Of beauty apprehended from without,
I still call love.
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.
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone read more
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone my bier ye come to weep,
Let One, most loving of you all,
Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall;
He giveth His beloved sleep."
Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.
Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.