Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of read more
"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised.".
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
Many a crown
Covers bald foreheads.
Many a crown
Covers bald foreheads.
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.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
