Daily Archives: November 1, 2015

A Woman’s Shortcomings – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,  She has counted six, and over,  Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried –  Oh, each a worthy lover!  They “give her time”; for her soul must slip  … Continue reading

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A Musical Instrument – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What was he doing, the great god Pan,  Down in the reeds by the river?  Spreading ruin and scattering ban,  Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,  And breaking the golden lilies afloat  With the dragon-fly on the river.  … Continue reading

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A Man’s Requirements – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I  Love me Sweet, with all thou art,  Feeling, thinking, seeing;  Love me in the lightest part,  Love me in full being.  II  Love me with thine open youth  In its frank surrender;  With the vowing of thy mouth,  With … Continue reading

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A Dead Rose – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O Rose! who dares to name thee?  No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;  But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,—  Kept seven years in a drawer—thy titles shame thee.  The breeze that used to blow thee  Between … Continue reading

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A Curse For A Nation – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I heard an angel speak last night,  And he said ‘Write!  Write a Nation’s curse for me,  And send it over the Western Sea.’  I faltered, taking up the word:  ‘Not so, my lord!  If curses must be, choose another  … Continue reading

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A Child Asleep – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How he sleepeth! having drunken  Weary childhood’s mandragore,  From his pretty eyes have sunken  Pleasures, to make room for more- –  Sleeping near the withered nosegay, which he pulled the day before.  Nosegays! leave them for the waking:  Throw them … Continue reading

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