Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
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Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor read more
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
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And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
In an unprepared season?
