Elizabeth Barrett Browning ( 10 of 96 )
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their read more
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.
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.).
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.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The read more
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up bodily, wings and all.
Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in read more
Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place
And touch but tombs,--look up! Those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.
