Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not read more
World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are read more
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.
How joyously the young sea-mew
Lay dreaming on the waters blue,
Whereon our little bark had thrown
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How joyously the young sea-mew
Lay dreaming on the waters blue,
Whereon our little bark had thrown
A little shade, the only one;
But shadows ever man pursue.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
