Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to read more
And lilies white, prepared to touch
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to lover.
He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
I worked with patience which means almost power.
I worked with patience which means almost power.
Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow
But thinking of a wreath, . . .
I read more
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow
But thinking of a wreath, . . .
I like such ivy; bold to leap a height
'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves
As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too
(And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
