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And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's sweet nearer. - A Flower in a Letter [Tulips] Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. - A Flower in a Letter [Violets] Pansies for ladies all--(I wis That none who wear such brooches miss A jewel in the mirror). - A Flower in a Letter [Pansies] And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too, Who both antedate our mission In an unprepared season? - A Lay of the Early Rose [Roses] "For if I wait," said she, "Till time for roses be,-- For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,-- "What glory then for me In such a company?-- Roses plenty, roses plenty And one nightingale for twenty?" - A Lay of the Early Rose [Roses] Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain-- For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river. - A Musical Instrument [Music] There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time. - A Vision of Poets [Shakespeare] Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart. - A Vision of Poets (conclusion) [Destiny] World's use is cold, world's love is vain, World's cruelty is bitter bane; But pain is not the fruit of pain. - A Vision of Poets (st. 146) [Pain] Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by Death. - A Vision of Poets--Conclusion [Suffering] The place is all awave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, fain headed, And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem The fittest foliage for a dream. - An Island [Trees] For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats. - Aurora Leigh (bk. 4) [Democracy] And stroke with listless hand The woodbine through the window, till at last I came to do it with a sort of love. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I) [Woodbines] The beauty seems right By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I) [Beauty] Whoever lives true life, will love true love. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 1,096) [Love] By the way, The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight, Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, To put on when you're weary--or a stool To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool! Or else at best, a cushion where you lean And sleep, and dream of something we are not, But would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid The worth of our work, perhaps. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 465) [Work] 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. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 48) [Childhood] We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits--so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth-- 'Tis then we get the right good from a book. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 700) [Books] Capacity for joy Admits temptation. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 703) [Joy] Many a crown Covers bald foreheads. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 754) [Royalty] Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! At last, because the time was ripe, I chanced upon the poets. - Aurora Leigh (bk. I, l. 830) [Books] Every wish Is like a prayer--with God. - Aurora Leigh (bk. II) [Prayer : Wishes] God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in 't. - Aurora Leigh (bk. II) [Prayer] Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings. - Aurora Leigh (bk. II) [Myrtle] 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. - Aurora Leigh (bk. II) [Ivy] Displaying page 3 of 6 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4 5 6
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