Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest read more
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.
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!
"There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond read more
"There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve
And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
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.
