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Poems Elizabeth Barrett Browning Volume 4 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Volume 4 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Published September 12th 2013
ISBN : 9781230742847
Paperback
34 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...Assist me to discoverMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...Assist me to discover Why you who would not hurt a mouse Can torture so your lover. You give your coffee to the cat, You stroke the dog for coming, And all your face grows kinder at The little brown bees humming. But when lie haunts your door.. the town Marks coming and marks going.. You seem to have stitched your eyelids down To that long piece of sewing! IV. You never give a look, not you, Nor drop Mm a Good-morning, To keep his long day warm and blue, So fretted by your scorning. v. She shook her head-- The mouse and bee For crumb or flower will linger: The dog is happy at my knee, The cat purrs at my finger. VI. But he.. to him, the least thing given Means great things at a distance- He wants my world, my sun, my heaven, Soul, body, whole existence. vn. They say love gives as well as takes- But Im a simple maiden, --My mothers first smile when she wakes I still have smiled and prayed in. vm. I only know my mothers love Which gives all and asks nothing- And this new loving sets the groove Too much the way of loathing. IX. Unless he gives me all in change, I forfeit all things by him: The risk is terrible and strange--I tremble, doubt, .. deny him. x. Hes sweetest friend, or hardest foe, Best angel, or worst devil- I either hate or.. love him so, I cant be merely civil! XI. You trust a woman who puts forth, Her blossoms thick as summers i You think she dreams what love is worth, Who casts it to new-comers? xn. Such loves a cowslip-ball to fling, A moments pretty pastime- / give.. all me, if anything, The first time and the last time. xm. Dear neighbor of the trellised hotise, A man should murmur never, Though treated worse than dog and mouse. Till doted on for ever! MT HEAET AND L u Enough! were tired, my heart and...