Poetry
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The Two Sayings by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beatLike pulses in the Church’s brow and breast;And by them we find rest in…
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The Weakest Thing by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Which is the weakest thing of allMine heart can ponder?The sun, a little cloud can pallWith darkness yonder?The cloud, a…
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To by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string,Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some names I love,…
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To Flush, My Dog by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Loving friend, the gift of one,Who, her own true faith, hath run,Through thy lower nature;Be my benediction saidWith my hand…
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To George Sand by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Desire Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man,Self-called George Sand! whose soul, amid the lionsOf thy tumultuous senses, moans defianceAnd…
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Work by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What are we set on earth for? Say, to toil;Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vinesFor all the…
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Work And Contemplation by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheelA pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole;She thinketh of her song, upon the whole,Far more than…
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From Retrospection by Charlotte Bronte
We wove a web in childhood,A web of sunny air;We dug a spring in infancyOf water pure and fair; We…
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On The Death Of Anne Bronte by Charlotte Bronte
There’s little joy in life for me,And little terror in the grave;I’ve lived the parting hour to seeOf one I…
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Pleasure by Charlotte Bronte
True pleasure breathes not city air,Nor in Art’s temples dwells,In palaces and towers whereThe voice of Grandeur dwells. No! Seek…
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