Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
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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.
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.
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.
The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow,
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The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow,
Is carried away in a gust of wind.
